Category: Happiness Poem
Hope
I painted a house in red
On my yellow feature wall.
“No, I am safe,”
I call out to my family.
“Worry not, I am fine,”
I speak again to the concerned voices.
“Red, is unconditional love
Symbolic of a binding Christmas;”
I look for togetherness
In a warm or cold home;
“Wish every day of love
In every life filled in happiness.”
The fairly lights in the neighbourhood bright,
I see angels everywhere.
I look again
Where the chorus echoed.
Into the darkness at midnight
Wishing New Year of hope.
Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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For Her
She and I didn’t share the same nature of job.
I’ve known her but for some time now.
She and I never spoke anything
Except exchanged “Thank you”
For the cup of tea she served me at work.
Today, unlike other days
She and I got into the lift together and were alone.
I smiled and fiddled with my phone
And she searched in her bag for chocolates
“You know, I work for myself and my past is not painful.”
“Happy Women’s Day, madam.”
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
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