Sometimes..

Sometimes…She wanted to scream and tell the world
He left as wisps of wind in whirls
But what good it would do to moan
World cares not for kin forlorn
So she wielded a smile and seemed glad
With all that went around, a fad

Sometimes guised as buffoon
Pretended this life to be a boon
None doubted the hell she’d undergo
Sun’s harsh rays fell on her bare brow
Four walls became her worst poison
Tree devoid of leaves is infirm
Although few good things did matter
Scribing thoughts and reading others
Moments feeble flitted, turned to relics
Words melted and only feelings lived

©Sunila .. 21/11/2016.

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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in www.poetriesonline.com. Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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