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Ann Mary Thomas, 3 august 2012

Is it a Poem?

Sitting in the chilling cold office,
Looking out of the glass window,
nothing else, i feel to do,
Other than stitch a lovable poem

No ideas coming to me,and
No wonder to make with my pen.

My heart is yearning,
without any pause,
to give birth to a poem...

Where can i get a theme,
where can i find the mood,
what can i write in the paper

I scribbled something and something
Scribbling something and something
Without even giving a thinking
what am i really writing...

Sitting in the chilling cold office,
Looking out of the glass window,
I really wonder on this thought
Is this really a poem!!!

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Ann Mary Thomas, 14 january 2012

My Hidden Treasure

In the lonely streets of my village
I wandered and wandered
in search of the hidden treasure,
Peace.

In all the way I went,
my search was in vain
again and again in vain.

I didn't find it in the meadows.
I didn't see it in the clouds.
I didn't feel it in the breeze.

My way went long and long,
without a foreseeable end.
My route was crowded and busy.

I never knew where my journey will end.
I never knew what i am going to be.
I never knew which was the right way.

I found a ray of hope,
when i saw the whitish light
which came from an unknown source.

My eyes followed the light.
My ears listened to its music
My lips praised its glory.

I walked and walked
And at last my walk stopped
I was startled, I found
my hidden treasure
And that was myself.

The light was me.
Peace laid in my heart,
in my mind.
I made the way
from me to me!

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Ann Mary Thomas, 14 january 2012

A single child i am

A single child i am,
in my lovely nest,
with my loving dad and mom.

A single child i am,
flowing in the oceans of love
with loneliness all around.

My ways are haunted,
My talks are monologues,
My dreams are aimless,
A single child i am.

No hands to hold me,
No chocolates to share with,
No toys to fight for,
A single child i am.

A single child i am,
with sacks of love to give,
with lots of care to express,
with more of happiness to share,
A single child i am.

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Ann Mary Thomas, 14 january 2012

The Voyage Of My Love

Alone in the shore of loneliness
I wait for too long
for a hand to grab me,
for a smile to welcome me,
for a mind to care me,
for a heart to love me.

The smell of spring
bloomed my dreams.
The beauty of love
took its way to my heart.

The farsighted grey heads
peeped into the mind,
then days of horror.

The snow breeze melted the minds.
The flow of love went on.
The love went on and went on.
Love and Love only.

The storm of hatred
flew across the hearts.
The buds grew to thorns.
Another flower bloomed.
The bee was made to round it.

Days of loneliness.
Days for tear sheds.
Days on memories.
And so the thirty sixth moon passed.

The thorn grew into bud.
The hearts shone again.
The brightness came again.
The spring of love
flew across the minds.

Love got wings of angels.
It flies and flies
into the skies of happiness.
Let the spring breeze
of love blow,
and let the hearts bloom.
Gods invisible hands in this
Love and Love Only.

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