The tears of hurt, the tears of over loveliness,
They are the waters that fill the earth,
Filling the earth with such floods and international disaster,
The resting down to the original condition it was in before.
Thus the ventures and schemes to hide from one above all,
Leave trails of leftover pieces that led to a 'white lie'.
Yet, to me I did hurt myself to break a kept truth to myself,
To yet give the last hurt to Nirmala of golden heart.
Sunday, 26 June 1988
Friday, 3 June 1988
Poem Number 292 - The Wisdom He Has - 3/6/1988
The wisdom he has is kept within his own self,
He has learned knowledge like all university professors buying
fruit from markets,
You listen like a learned man so you can learn yourself,
With the softness of our bottoms relaxing on the comfortable
carpet.
It was such elation that from deep within us,
We could talk to each other with our minds at peace,
Then Taji, he had wanted to show his plans,
His plans of family and of unforgettable past.
Like treasures of centuries past: the paper of gold appears,
Displaying what was left behind: a career a family.
I could see how a difficult decision it was,
To leave the old country of life to start anew.
How tears would not drop from Taji: hard working good-hearted
face,
How important my life had been until I seen these approval plans.
How life was so different in the old country, yet he left to come
here,
How I felt special by him showing that is private?
He has learned knowledge like all university professors buying
fruit from markets,
You listen like a learned man so you can learn yourself,
With the softness of our bottoms relaxing on the comfortable
carpet.
It was such elation that from deep within us,
We could talk to each other with our minds at peace,
Then Taji, he had wanted to show his plans,
His plans of family and of unforgettable past.
Like treasures of centuries past: the paper of gold appears,
Displaying what was left behind: a career a family.
I could see how a difficult decision it was,
To leave the old country of life to start anew.
How tears would not drop from Taji: hard working good-hearted
face,
How important my life had been until I seen these approval plans.
How life was so different in the old country, yet he left to come
here,
How I felt special by him showing that is private?
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