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  Nov 2019 Donna
Sarita Aditya Verma
Crimson red roses
Arresting the sweet Fragrance
Antique silver bowl
Inspired by
a flower arrangement in an antique silver bowl, embossed and carved in Burmese  mythological art


This was supposed to be a haiku, I usually never tag them, the second line was short of one syllable, added the word ‘sweet’
Thank you so much, Carmen Jane, for bringing it to my notice and helping me correct my mistake :))
  Nov 2019 Donna
Sparkle in Wisdom
I need to share today a post dedicated to special mothers. The MOTHERS OF DIFFERENTLY ABLED KIDS

Today is the day a special mom was born.
I want to tell the world that when a special child is born, the mother doesn't know anything of his/her needs. She learns, she grows with the baby.

When a special need child is born, doctors don't know the future, the baby doesn't tick the parameters, the child doesn't bother to follow rules set by normal people, accepted by world, a special mom learns it all by experience.

When a special need child is born depending on severity the doctor pronounce the verdict, considering themselves nothing less than God, they declare the child will be
Vegetable.(I was told this for my son, when he was 9 days old... I WAS A NINE DAYS OLD MOM!)
Hyperactive.
Blind.
Deaf.
Microcephaly.
Hydrocephalus.
Mild­ delayed.
ADHD.
Time will tell.
Etc, etc...
Just like routine

Imagine and feel, when a doctor tells a new mom all this, little do they think that the mom was a girl few months back, she don't even know how to care for "so called normal child" keep apart caring for a special need child.

The mom learns, the mom grows.

Respect and love special need mothers.

No compassion, no sympathy, empathy may be.

Sparkle In Wisdom.
19/11/2019
A small tribute to Special Mom, for them the world revolves around their special need child.
  Nov 2019 Donna
Pagan Paul
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A door opens with creaking sounds,
inwards to a dark and cool room,
untouched for many hundreds of years,
barely a flicker lights the gloom.

Peeling decoration whispers
at a past richly bottled in wealth,
now nearly empty except for
a curious book upon a shelf.

Bound and covered in lizard skin,
with words that swim on the pages,
shades and shadows cross together,
spells cast by the ancient sages.

A long bony index finger
tracing symbols down an old spine,
pre-history condensed in leafs,
that unfold through space and time...



© Pagan Paul (09/11/19)
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The Azuneas (Ah-thoo-nay-***), invented by
me for this new mystery series of poems.
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  Nov 2019 Donna
Sarita Aditya Verma
To be of someone’s help
Even when falling short of, self
Can be gratifying
  Nov 2019 Donna
Pagan Paul
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So feint the rhythm of life,
a weak pulse seeking to hide,
the smell of fresh rain coming,
as clouds build high on the side.
Long waiting for cool moisture,
the promise is close at hand,
teasing out the breaking heart,
the rhythm of life unplanned.


© Pagan Paul (28/07/19)
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  Nov 2019 Donna
Sarita Aditya Verma
Early morning fog
Winter smiles through the curtains
Dew on the flowers
The mornings are most pleasant around this time!
Finally winter smiles :))

Thank you so much, RK( Rita)
For the sunshine for my simple thoughts here :)
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