Poems by Gayathri

To the last

a poem by

Gayathri

Let us repair this day’s living
Make some moments worth having
Leave this daily wear and tear
This grind where beauty is rare.

Let us make best use of the few hours left
And find contentment where my mind can rest.

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Of Roads, Toads, This and That

a poem by

Gayathri

You struggle on with wool over your eyes
Look around you and feel self-satisfied.
Listen to the same people and conversations
Mouth the right words and meet all expectations.

Where does it end, This Conformity?

Sheep driven along city roads
Hoping for princes and kissing the toads
Going from cradle to grave
With never a taste of the excitement you crave

Where does it go, This Journey?

Take me away from it
Far Away.
Where I can be myself
And not just another
Maid on the shelf,
To be taken down and dusted off
Prettied up and married off

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