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My Silence/ I Cherish a Leap of Love

Here are two poems by Sarala, in Different Truths. The first poem is inward-looking, a tribute to a mother. The second verse is an outward journey, where the poet expresses herlove to people around her, including the poor and needy

My Silence

In my silent hours 
Sitting on the floor cool 
Inside the four walls of my room 
I delve into the gone past days 
When I was happy and gay 
No worries in life troubled my heart 
Now silence speaks to my 
Silent heart weeping for days 
No one to listen 
No one to care 
No one to tap my back 
And say don’t worry 
Missing you mother 
In your white saree bright 
And your lovely smile 
Looking down always 
Which troubled me a lot 
What's in her mind 
I can't fathom 
As she was simple and quiet 
Now my silence speaks 
A thousand words 
In my silent heart  
In my silent hours 
In my silent moments  
No flowers bloom 
A parched heart 
A silent heart 
My silent whispers 
My silent prayers
 Inside the silent room 
Setting sun throws some glow
In my silent moments
Just a drop of tear 
Rolled down my cheeks!
 

I Cherish a Leap of Love

Love comes to me in leaps and bounds always to my surprise 

The reason behind this magic is I, as a human, gave lots of love to all my near and dear ones and to the needy and poor!

God saw my act so gentle as He lavished me with lots of love and blessings as He is the one who guided me in my life!

I visit Homes for the handicapped and the unwanted aged, with whatever I can afford in my purse and they hug and kiss me with all their love!

I derive a complete satisfaction from the deeds I do and heaven above showers blessings on me always!

I leap with joy when I see the other's happiness because of my love towards them and my God is witness to my deeds and He happily smiles at me from above with showers of blessings in plentiful!

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Sarala Balachandran
Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

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