Histoires

Mukta Gupta

Etats Unis

  • Situation géographique Amérique du nord
  • Langues Silence


Soumissions

Contemplation

mercredi 10 juin 2009 15:23

I wrote this poem while sitting on the swing in the back of my house, which is perched on the top of a mountain. I remember it was a summer's day, and I was feeling torn by the wars outside and inside myself. All of a sudden, it came to me--the realization that conflicts and wars are caused by my own ego. Only by peeling away the layers of anger, jealousy and fear that are products of my ego can I heal myself and the world around me.

Woman

mercredi 3 juin 2009 00:00

This poem came to me while one day sitting in the garden I was hit with the realization that I didn't laugh much anymore. Each of us has probably felt the same (at some point in their lives) in their struggle to survive and forget living in the process.


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