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A big junkyard,  Of broken toys and cans, Amassed over the years, Weeds of hatred, envy and hubris, To be set on fire, The blaze hails fertility, And from the ash grows the green, The green of promise and creativity. ........Dr. Fathema Begum

The debilitated sunlight unfurls its sparse hair down the wall, And shakes down the drops of memory,       That burst open the uproar of the year, coiling to its end, The chortle, the scream, The groan and the moan, The blasted dreams, And the dreams splashed against...

From the wry peg, Suspends the hot water bag,  Upside down, Its cork drips water no more To draw the evocative lines upon the wall, The clock now sleeps continually, Discharged of its duty to wake up from time to time, And alarm for the medicines to be taken on...

Signs, sounds and words, the language. Blessing from God, To open our hearts to others, To share our joys and sorrows, To appease the distraught minds  With the tranquil words, To cut down vast distances To love and befriend,  And to bring forth our tales...

Happiness crackles As long as the food sizzles hot upon the yellow table. Happiness froths at the top of the cup As long as the coffee tastes good. Happiness creases and droops its wings With the putting out of party light And the dying of dance beats. Happiness flits...

The dark circles under my eyes, I love them now. The sparse and dull eyelashes, Those shoot out of my eyelids’ edges, I love them now. My lustreless eyes, I do not grumble about them now, Because they capture for me, The beauty of the earth. The unshapely eyebrows...