Through the clear glass panel in front, splashed with stray raindrops now and then wiped carelessly away by arms of rubber, I can see … The long, black path before…
Poetry
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Shelja Alawadhi
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I heard someone calling my name one day, My imagination or really I can not say. It was the voice of a painful soul, The voice was from far, and…
Shelja Alawadhi
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My brother’s mad on motorcars. Although, if you happened to ask him about the steering. He’d probably reply its a handlebar. It happened like this one fine day. We were…
Shelja Alawadhi
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I saw him sitting on the dusty footpath one day As he tried to shelter his brown body from the scorching sun ofMay, He was dressed in dirty rags, torn…
Shelja Alawadhi
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The sky, astoundingly beautiful the colors, orange, yellow, they pass before your eyes, white, blue, the birds flap their elegant wings, the wind is blowing gently, the sun shines brightly,…
Shelja Alawadhi
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A forest bathed in gold, Heavy branches of the earth, The last flock is going away, The tired leaves are falling down. Our southern sun is smiling, The white “Thracian…
Vaidehi Parve
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While I was busy in handling the chaos of my unbalanced life, Destiny greeted me with a matured soul for whom I’d strive. I could see myself drowning in the…
Shelja Alawadhi
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The town is silent, silent in the mist! And ceased in front of my window, In transparent silence- The crickets do not chirp here anymore, The birds fell silent a…