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Birthday

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I can imagine a hundred ways
Of wishing you well;
And anxiety has me
Under her breathless spell.

I concoct words to try
To see, if you feel the same;
But you must have by now
Quite buried my name.

I remain your first love
So, I wish to wish you:
Here’s hoping then
You find another love this true.

(I know you’ve read my text
And yet you choose not to reply,
You let me down one last time

I now will cease to try.)

Food

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I have eaten today,
Today, I had food;
My stomach is full,
The day has been good.

I can’t imagine what it is
To be hungry and lost,
Aching to eat my fill;
Yet dreading the cost.

I can’t understand how
Peaceful protests are stopped,
How water canyons are used
And tear bombs are dropped.

You have food at home,
Because someone toils in the field –
Do what must be done –
See their wounds are healed!

You have eaten today
Because of the ones in grief,
How can you not pray they smile,
Or hope for their relief?

Diwali

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When festivals occur this year,
It feels like a misnomer.
The year has rung out its knells;
The world is a quiet mourner.

The lights aren’t so many
As they were a year ago;
Smiles were easier then –
Hearts hadn’t burnt out so.

Hope rests in each light lit,
That’s what it’s all about,
In the loudest night,
A lionhearted shout!

It may not be heard,
It may not be seen,
But what an experience
This learning has been!