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After Visiting Children

Back  Home,

But am I happy?

Strange creature I am,

Torn between many worlds,

Worlds around me,

Worlds inside me,

I seek and crave for my children,

Divided between each one of them,

Crying still,

For friends ,

Who have known me for years,

Or who met me yesterday, or even

Those who don’t  even know

That I love them.

I miss the sunshine and the rain,

At the same time,

To roam in nature,to wander in the crowd,

At the same time,

Can there me any cure for the malady,

Of being crazy ,

Of having too much want,

Having too much pain,

Having too much love?

None!

I just pay a tribute of

Helpless tears.

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Dynamo

Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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