Ah the time runs fast, sans cease
spare me a moment of ease
yearn to feel those fresh green meads
that spread their wings wide in dreams

parched is my throat, my tongue pleads
sip of nectar to quench needs
far from blue sky, stars shy peep
day and night tread I roads deep

filled to brim wakes mind indeed
blossoms no rose amidst weeds
doors latched random do concede
plastic flowers do not bleed

from ties that bond seek release
to quiet secludes I retreat


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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 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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