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Twinkling, tinkling,Fragile and clear,Tiny little crystal ballsPiled in both my hands.Each in its tiny bosom has,Moments of life held entrapped.A hard wrung tear of my eye,A moment of pain,A quiet smile,A murmur ofA restless stream,Rainbows in the dewdrops heldIn nets of silky cobwebs dwell,A dear voice calling my name,A fear assailed,A thought reclaimed,The touch of […]

I read your books,And mastered your tongue;Your Dante and Milton,Shakespeare and Keats,Your Hugo, Russel,Camus and SartreAnd Marx;Your philosophy, your science.Your ‘discovery’ of the ‘New World’,I watched with amazement;For, had not our civilizationsLived and grownAeons before you ‘discovered’ us?I hear your righteous angerAgainst my ‘enslavement,My veil.You wanted to see me nakedJust like your women,Who you have

I’ve tried to speak to youThrough this glass wall.I know you do not hear meAny more.I’ve gesturedAnd mouthed my words,Slow and loudLike the deaf mute.You did not seem to see. I’ve hammered and poundedAnd beaten at the glass,Until my hands bled.I’ve cried and wailed and sobbedTill not a tear was left to shed.It did not

They named me after the falcon,For they knew that I must fly,That the wind beckoned meAnd so did the sky.They knew that I must wander,Or in stillness I would die;For my spirit was unfetteredAnd all bonds were just a lie.No, I was no bird;Man was my sire.Born I was with wings though,And a heart filled

I read your books, And mastered your tongue; Your Dante and Milton, Shakespeare and Keats, Your Hugo, Russel, Camus and Sartre And Marx; Your philosophy, your science. Your ‘discovery’ of the ‘New World’, I watched with amazement; For, had not our civilizations Lived and grown Aeons before you ‘discovered’ us? I hear your righteous anger

I’ve tried to speak to you Through this glass wall. I know you do not hear me Any more. I’ve gestured And mouthed my words, Slow and loud Like the deaf mute. You did not seem to see. I’ve hammered and pounded And beaten at the glass, Until my hands bled. I’ve cried and wailed

In the immense solitude of the soul, In the dark depths of the heart, When the silence reaches a crescendo, There rises a cloud, Breaking the bounds of all restraint, Wrenched from the arms of pain, When a tear fills the eye And rebelliously rolls down, It heralds a Death; The death of A hope,

They named me after the falcon, For they knew that I must fly, That the wind beckoned me And so did the sky. They knew that I must wander, Or in stillness I would die; For my spirit was unfettered And all bonds were just a lie. No, I was no bird; Man was my

I laid her to rest, tonight __ our Relationship. As elegant in death, as in life, She lay in quiet splendour. In her hair, as soft as monsoon clouds, I sprinkled flowers and the many fragrances she had brought from lands near and distant. On her dark eyes, that had once sparkled like the sun

[Used in GM novel] There is a melody in the air once again. Above the rustling of the leaves in the wind, Above the restless roar of tides breaking on shore, Through the thunder and the rain, Through the din of humanity’s endless grind, Hear the song? The music is soft, The Lyre is humming