Poem 3

by Chandini   May 25, 2006


Rain and tears mingle
Until it is impossible to tell
Which is
Which.
Hair plastered to my scalp
Drops slide slowly down
My forehead
And drip
Off the end of my nose.
The heavy beat of rain
On the window echoes
The thump of my
Heart.
Inside
The fire in the hearth
Glows brightly
And plays on the face of the child
Engrossed in a new
Toy car,
Mother and Father sit
With their arms around each other
On the sofa
One eye on the child
The other on the television set in front of them.
What would I do to know
Happiness
Like this,
The peace found
In the warmth of a loving home.
Family is a precious treasure
Hold it close
Or it fades away.

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