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SpineOut : October 2014
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Dear Tree Dear Tree, Is it fun? Being the ideal spot on a hot summer’s day? Swaying in the wind without a care in the world? Birds raising chicks within your smooth, brown branches? IwishIwasatree. Spending my days in the outside world. Bringing joy to laughing children Singing songs through the whispering of my leaves. The lively joy within every sway But I can’t. The loneliness of the cold, chilly air. Endless thoughts of ‘if only ... ’ The dull, heavy darkness suffocating my every breath. Well dear tree, Maybe, one day, I can whisper too ... . Sophie WHERE I’M FROM I am from solid gold bracelets, from Dilmah and basmati rice. I am from the formal room out the front, elegant and full of brass, just waiting to be used I am from the waving wheat fields of Punjab I am from the Diwalis and watching Bollywood movies, from Mama and Massi and Mami I am from the endless cups of tea and keeping it clean, From, ‘Hurry up, you are not at God’s wedding.’ and ‘Eat up!’ I am from the Golden Temple I am from colourful turbans and embroidered stoles, from spicy and sweet I am from bulging wedding albums spilling with memories I am from India Ramneek poetry&shortstories
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