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 Aug 2013 Tien - Tim
Marian
Summer breezes blow
A song of insects fills the Night
With pretty music

Stars twinkle at Night
While the Fairies dance and sing
Beside the still creek

Moonlight fills the sky
It's rays slant across my room
Leaving shadows there

The song of crickets
Hush the silent world to sleep
With a lullaby

*~Marian~
 Aug 2013 Tien - Tim
Morgan
A new bed
In a new apartment
In a new city
Filled with new people
And new opportunities
But here I am
Staring at this new ceiling
Thinking the same old thoughts
Like how easy it is to fall into you
And how impossible it is to fall out
I considered calling
I know you'd drive out to sleep
In my new life with me
But
I'm terrified of staining this bed
With your scent
I just escaped it
And I don't wanna have to miss you
Anymore
This will drive me insane
We'd return tired from the green patches we toil,
or  in deep blue, we sail our crafts days on end,
ordinary folk, we are, we worship work
morning sun wakes us up as soon as he shows up,
we set about quick and stand our ground till the sun leaves,
we are worried about nothing, no quills for us nor frills,
one thought leads us forward, we seek light, till it lasts
we fought, relentlessly we did,to make both ends meet,
we fought, we fought, to stop the rot, day in and day out

We ate cooked cassava root, drank spring water,
when winter came, we shivered in palm leaf thatched huts,
all those who were known smart had their proclivities and fads,
on the streets,we buy and sell, we haggle all through our lives,
nobody seeks us for anything, we are invisible, in the dark
we have no special place in anything, anywhere.

Silently we fought, kept  our aching  souls clean,
never we were in ballads, tales or honor lists,
in every roll call, our names went missing,
when nemesis struck, it came for us first
in times of calamities, our bodies lay strewn
all over the country and all around the  towns,
every one was rescued and kept in shelters
authorities loudly claimed but it was not about us
we waited and waited yet relief didn't come.
Here in Kerala, South India,  monsoon rains played havoc
land slide in spice hills killed many, houses and farms were destroyed
relief work is sluggish, misery has no end.Farmers cry hoarse for relief.
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