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Warm summer breeze caressing the Indian sea
Trolley carts and vendors by every coconut tree
Some for the jolly, some for calm
Here's where I met you, our second date now.

Something familiar in your hands I feel
Trust invading our hearts and pain relieve
Sorrows of yesterday long forgotten
New days ahead I had gotten

Wedlock and babies is all that I see
A lifelong friend I had found
All but one feeling I had felt
Scared to death of who I had met

The depths of your broken past
Reminders from the present
The true side of the court
Who is to say?

Like a new born child in to a home
A part of your family I would become
Knowing the truth kills me
As being with you thrills me

Steps away from you
I do not want to find
Life beyond this date
Memories that will always be sublime
My second date with hubby dearest
Beads of sweat stir up a line
Residents in queue, confined
Narrow long queues assure
A hope, a future, true of valor.

Agitated walks past cages and fences
Every minute a case of jitters
Mysterious that future
Unobstructed love or terror.

Simple little faces unaware
To those of creed and color beware
Where your place just might be
God is above, not here to see

One by one every wrist inked
Color of the ink embossed
That which will tell
Life beyond is hell

Inching past I stop before you
My eyes peer for you to be true
Birthright thrown and tossed
As a subject judged to be crossed

Wrist pulled forward
The stamp over the palette
Cruel eyes over me hover
"Sorry we do not have your color"
We need to put a stop to racism. We live in 2012. And it is kind of outdated when we hear snide remarks about our color or culture. Racism is not cool. Not cool you all.
Powder of ashes like snowfall in winter

The air and army withered in a splinter

Smoky-grey flaky leaves dead and forgotten

Each cobblestone tinted and tainted

Things of dishearten

I stand in the middle of a big large road

With ashen embers resting on my lashes

My coat and tote limp from the bashes

People lay, some far away and some grey,

The death spell cast on all the bay

I feel a tug in my heart,

Shocked at the sight

Cursed fates for a deadly plight

I stand alone, guilty for having survived

No goodbyes or funerals to leave me teary-eyed

The carpet of carcasses in front of me lay

Left me with loud realization of a lonesome foray

I wished I were blamed for their unjustified departure

Or for my survival inexplicable in any form of literature

The sky now looks a faded rotten orange

With the embers settled like a thick mat on the ground

Suddenly the sound of tip tap made me jump

From my lost thoughts.

My coat and tote comes back to life

I feel a tug and around my calf a hug

The most innocent eyes looked up at me

And said, “Mommy, I want to go home please…”

— The End —