“The Rose”

Every morning
When I look at the mirror,
Emotions stare at me
From the finest recesses of nonchalance.
They ask, are you still the Rose
Who never looked for a name,
But was fragrant and fragile?
Who never left the unread,
But unread what was always stated.
Are you still the Rose
Unaware of reflections?

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Another day, after I depart
Scatter my ashes, right
Under the laburnum so bright,
In our backyard right ~
Traceless but free without a show of might.
Let them merge with the seasons within your sight.
In the shade of night
And the blooming laburnum so bright
Let them have their siesta with no more flight.

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Braving the cold morning
I was ready with ample time
To catch the bus and
Wear the tiara of duty

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If someday you stumble upon my words,
would you touch them with kindness?

If someday you remember the song we once made,
would you wear your affectionate smile?

If someday you recognize a moment we shared,
would you let it just pass?

If someday you hear my name somewhere,
would you still unhear it?

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Sometimes, I sit on that bench in the park. I dwell so many hours in watching the plants, the children, and the birds. Love survives.

Sometimes, I lie on the bed and fly to so many places. No wonder, I cross the Nile, over to the Arctic I go or even reach the fringes of humanity. But, yes, life continues.

Sometimes, I sing aloud to not listen to the crowd in my mind. You may not hear me, but I do sing. To love myself more.

Sometimes, I write. I write about you and me. About what I see and what I want to see. It's all about the wildflowers. A lone one at the bend of the road or fields of them evoking life.

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Furrows on our forehead
To entrust every grain to your name

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Beads of sweat glimmer
To serve you your bread

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The everlasting beauty
Of a mother’s wrinkles

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Traffic under the neon lights
Continues nonchalantly,
Unblinking and unmoved,
Towards the warmth of home
While under the open sky
Dreamful of eyes
Watch the rainbow signal

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Nuanced words
Fiddling with the moment
To watch Time depart
When wisdom plays its part

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