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Beneath the Ancestral Roof

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  I entered where the ancient corridors Held dust and dusk in equal, solemn keep; The house seemed built of centuries and stone, And every silent chamber seemed asleep. Yet by the hearth, where dying embers glowed, A little figure stood beyond the flame; She bore no terror of the grave or night, But looked upon me quietly, as if by name. Her eyes were deep as wells of vanished years, Her face as pale as moonlight on the floor; I knew not whether she was dream or shade, Nor why my heart had known her long before. I asked no question of her troubled eyes, Nor sought to learn what kept her spirit there; I sat beside the cold and ancient wall, And let the silence breathe its secret air. Then slowly came the tale she could not tell In life, but carried through the years unseen: Of greedy hands that measured blood and land, And weighed a child against a family’s gain. They spoke of lineage, inheritance, and name, Of fields that must remain within the line; And beneath such words, so grav...
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If You Let Me Love You

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  If You Let Me Love You ********* **** ***** *** I don’t want to love you only with the hunger of my hands; I want to love you like the moon loves the night- quietly, completely, never asking the darkness to leave. *** I want to know the thoughts you hide behind your smile, the little storms behind your eyes, the words that tremble on your lips but never find their way out. *** When you speak, I will listen-not just to your words, but to the silence between them, like a river listening to the rain before it carries every drop to the sea. *** When your heart feels tired, come rest it against mine. Let my arms be your shelter, like a warm window of light on a cold and lonely evening. *** I don’t promise you a life without sadness. But I promise you this- when sadness comes, I will sit beside you until it forgets how to stay. *** I want to be the hand you reach for without thinking, the voice you search for when the world becomes too loud, the quiet “I’m here” that makes your fears g...
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When Little Was Enough

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  I turn my gaze to shadows left behind, Where faded paths through dusty memories wind; I close my eyes, and time begins to fly On wings of longing through a softer sky. No wealth was ours, yet rich in quiet grace, For love had carved a haven in that place; We wore our poverty without despair, And found abundance in the love we shared. One humble plate sustained a gathered crowd, Though life was hard, no heart grew cold or proud; A single garment crossed the passing years, Worn smooth by sweat, adorned with love and tears. Beneath the sky, upon a woven mat, We slept as children of one home and sat; No one would ask what portion belonged to whom- One heart had room enough to make us room. A mango sliced, a gooseberry, salt and spice, A little made a feast when shared was nice; A pinch of chili, laughter, hands held near- And somehow every hunger disappeared. Though hunger lingered at our humble door, What once was yours was shared with all once more; The little that we had became en...
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Dear Crococh, I am DONKEY

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  I am the donkey they call the People, Carrying a nation like a mule carries a load. Everyone climbs upon my back, Then wonders why I travel such a crooked road. I carry your leaders, one by one, I carry your promises, every one. You shout, “Give us our rights!” with pride, I shout for rights like a trumpet in a parade, But when duties arrive, I disappear like a shadow in the shade! “Sorry, I’m outside!”  “Give me freedom!” I proudly cry, But freedom without responsibility Is like giving a child a matchbox  and asking the house to stay dry. You tell me, “Follow the law!” I nod my head like a saint in prayer. But when the traffic light turns red, I look around- “Is the policeman there?” If the cop is watching, I behave in an angel in a courtroom. The moment he turns away, I fly like a goat escaping a wedding feast!  “Pay your taxes!” they tell me. “Yes, yes! The nation needs my share!” But when the tax bill arrives, I become  invincible  magician- my money ...
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Rain and Love

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  Rain falls like curtains draped across the glass, A quiet song for those inside to hear. Love wakes like dawn above the morning grass, A tender promise made without a fear. For some, the rain is music on the pane, A silver rhythm falling through the night. For some, the roof gives way beneath the rain, The road erased beneath a sudden tide. For travelers walking out without a coat, The gentle drop can sharpen like a blade. And for the heart that trusts without a coat, A sudden passion leaves the soul betrayed. Perhaps the rain and love are much the same, Entering softly like the evening shade, Arriving with a spark of living flame, Then leaving us alone within the cold. They draw the blossom outward toward the light, And teach the sleeping root to reach anew. Yet frequently, before the buds ignite, They drown the garden in a shaded blue. To one, the storm is cadence on the roof; To one, a ceiling giving way to night. To one, sweet love is anchor, shield, and proof; To one, a lant...
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One Rain, One Rhythm

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  You called me the melody, yet it was your quiet shore that gave my wild notes a place to land. I sang to the clouds, yes, but only because I felt your silence listening. You were a steady vessel, holding every fragile line before it fell to pieces. If I was the song, you were the air that carried it; if I was the storm, you were the earth below. You drank the heavy skies without asking for a single drop in return. You speak of the rain bird waiting for the storm, but forget that even the bird looks for a twin. Without your wings beside me, the sky is only endless altitude, cold and pathless. I did not teach the tide to rise- it was your unseen gravity that pulled the deep out of me. I did not become the storm alone; it was your emptiness that called the water down. Do not call yourself merely the wind beneath my flight, or the silence between my notes. You are the tonic key on which the whole symphony rests. If my voice trembled, it was only resolving back to your root. If I circ...
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The Silent Ledger

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  A person enters this world carrying debts, spends a lifetime trying to repay them, and leaves it with some debts forever unpaid. Debt came uninvited into my door, A silent blessing wrapped in war; Fate placed it gently in my hand, To teach me how alone to stand. It was not born of reckless pride, Nor foolish dreams I chose to ride; It was the cost of holding high A life that would not bow or die. The empty stomach owes no gold, The idle heart no burden holds; For those who carry none to feed, No creditor records their need. Then who is debtor, if not I- Who begs for hope beneath the sky? When desperate hands reach out for bread, Fine words are left unsaid instead. Philosophies fall faint and still, Before the urgency of will; For hunger speaks with louder breath Than every polished truth on earth. My wants are countless as the sand That slips unnoticed through the hand; Yet I know well, when all is done, I'll leave this world with carrying none. A handful of dust is all I'll ...
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