Bernedita Rosinha Pinto Poems

Through the dark eyes they gaze sadly
at bombs exploding and breaking homes
while wounded and crying they keep running,
as gunshots keep echoing and dozens dying;
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I was a little bird
I sat in a classroom
and studied among the poor and rich;
I died and I was buried
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Never think I loved you less
in all the years of togetherness,
if ever there was a moment
I could set my mind free
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Clad in a sari washed over and over again
with a red smear of vermilion on her forehead
adhering to rituals day after day,
ringing bells, praying in the mornings
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He did not die forever
but bravely He faced the calamity cast upon him
until He could rise up and return to His heavenly home.
Don’t feel hatred and anger
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Don’t cry if you cannot live to see another day
but try to free your weary soul from dismay,
don’t hang on to life but accept your fate
don’t come back to live that street life again;
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You lay there in bed, unable to tell
what pain you felt, how with memories you dealt,
you lay there watching, looking,
desiring perhaps to stand and walk again
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Many lamps, many homes
all lighted in the darkness of night;
time for prayers, pujas, rituals
many hearts together assemble
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O' those unexpected attacks of terror
not even the blind, the lame, the sick, foresee
yet, those episodes keep repeating, casting grief
as nothing can stop those horses of rage
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Love is that which asks for nothing
love is that which says everything,
love is that which says 'I will never die'
love is that which whispers 'I will linger on',
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