Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Saturday Poem

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The Woman who Worries Herself to Death

by Kathryn Simmonds
She wasn't robbed or raped or made a scapegoat of,
she didn't take ill-fated flights on shaky planes and

no one splashed her house in paint. Kids with hoods
and sovereign rings and hates left her alone. That twinge

she sometimes felt was just a twinge. Her fillings didn't leak.
At office dos she danced and no one laughed.

Her children didn't have disorders, fail exams, take smack.
Her husband didn't love his secretary
or get the sack. But, if you saw her fidgeting
towards the dawn, her breathing playing tricks,
a thousand what ifs snaking in a queue, you'd feel for her,
you'd wish she had something to pin her torment to.

Courtesy: The Guardian

5 comments:

Unknown said...

This Guardian has got some gems I say!! that was one emotive poem

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mitr_bayarea said...

very moving...nicely expressed!

Anonymous said...

Thats wonderful poem..
I like it so much..
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Anonymous said...

Really, this touched my heart!

- Girijamanaalan (Tamil writer)'
Tiruchirappalli, India.