(2012)
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The ladybird’s wings May become fragile Yet she does feel The deep, intense love In her heart.
That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.
There are plenty of voices around Resonating in our mind Striking us in different ways. Some have escaped from characters Lively portrayed in books
A cascade of emotions Descended upon me Since dawn cleared Until night came to me. I recalled the warm atmosphere
It is an ongoing witness It even was so Before we were born... It is a close companion Sometimes we don’t notice it
Upon spotting a ladybird Clung to a yellow daffodil One wonders about her wish or will… Will it be for safety? Will it be for care?
The poet’s voice echoes Plenty of voices Living in different times Resonating in lines Flowing under life stories
A pretty quiet early morning... Blessings coming with a fresh bree… Lasting beyond this mild sunny day Amid noble thoughts, some concerns… Fond memories, eternal reveries!
That Garden is fill’d With buds and roses Growing generously In beauty and care Breathing love rare.
Dwelling in the realms of verse Protected by God’s Mercy Love speaks in a way diverse. It pays homage to courage, Inner strength, soul pilgrimage!
The sun couldn’t show up Illuminating the land With its glimmering beams. The sky, only greeted by clouds, Has brought about the same hope
During the day and at night I keep treasuring the Light Which floods my soul Encouraging me above all To face hard moments
On this avenue Trees speak to me And I listen to them Silently. They encourage me
Simply amazing how this river flow… Quietly whispering through the ban… Where sunbeams come and glow... Its waters stay pure and clear Blessed by the radiant sun
The day had been so cloudy The sky painted grey News media had broadcast: “The Phenomenal Woman” Had passed away.