Agile hands worked hard to toil
The family owned land.
Sheets of blue tarpaulin shaded
Young one cuddled up on tattered sheet.
Beads of sweat vanished into the parched land. But,
Water not enough to bed the seeds.
A familiar blue frame with broken glass dangled;
Bamboo held it strong. The photo meant faith.
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Hiding behind the scene,
She hoped to remain unseen;
“Private I am and share not my mind.”
Her performance a dream;
Applause heard among scream;
“Private I am and save me my name.”
Who she is, mattered everywhere.
Who she truly is, mattered to none;
“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”
And thoughts conflicted
Between real and realm
In her sacred private space.
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Curtains fell and bottles rolled
I floated in thin air.
Sometimes mind revels in moments
And absent-mindedness gets an appraisal.
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