Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 14, 2019

My heart~by Sarala Balachandran



My heart …

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My pen stops and writes
All funny verses
To the amusements of many 
Let me write what comes
To my mind
That’s the pleasure of writing
My heart dictates
And my pen glides
Gets stuck many a time
That’s when my mind goes blank
Unable to grab words
I struggle and struggle
To jot down few lines
To make me happy
That’s what matters to me
My thoughts and my pen !
I hide myself behind a tree
Looking at the stars
Pleading for some verses
Ah the stars are pretty to look at
Till they dim themselves
Into tiny specs in the sky !
The sea I love to go for a surf
In a tiny surfing boat
With my only companion
My beautiful thoughts
Thoughts of being alive
And enjoying the nature
To my last breath
With the poor little children
Who are denied of any joys !
Together we kneel down
On the shore kissing the sacred
sand with folded hands
For a better tomorrow !
I have never been to any beautiful places except my own heart which only knows how to love and care
Without any caste colour or creed !

Sarala Balachandran
Photo Alan L Boles

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