Quotes about estranged, page 4
Leper
More than an orphan, as abandoned by his family,
Lower than a beggar, as unwanted at anybody’s doorstep,
Poorer than a pauper, as estranged by the society,
Weaker than a handicap, as found repelling the donors,
And lowlier than the once untouchable, as his presence irritaing,
Lives a leper, beaten with the devastating malady.
Coupled with old age, who else can be that much pitiable?
11.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Sad It Is
How sad it is that we are estranged
I expect you find me broken and deranged
How sad it is you are owned by your fear
Searching the world for what is so near
How sad it is our time is the past
Nurture your courage and make it grow fast
How sad it is our ignorance of fate
Souls incomplete and left in this state
How sad it is i was left with no voice
Two beating hearts that must live with your choice.
poem by Rebecca Dalmaso
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Duality
Have you tasted the silk
in the pit of snakes?
Exit was not in my fate.
Winter was kissing my toes
and spring was blooming down
in my estranged poems.
You don’t feel like to wake up
for ingrained disbelief.
The fangs were not ready to strike.
There was diginity in death
of magnolia. Snow had failed to
appear at night.
In the aftermath of the rains,
the moon climbed up the hill
to bid farewell to virgins.
poem by Satish Verma
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When You Move Into A Place
such a lapse
happens, when you move into a place
open the door
and without asking any questions
you finally find yourself
estranged.
the server of course does not know you
but just the same
out of ignorance serves you tea
and then you awaken of that fact
this is not my place i am meant for some other else
you finish that tea
look outside and then pack yourself like a cassette
and then you move out
and you find at last
what freedom means.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cheap and used
Not a widow, nor a divorcee,
Neither a virgin nor a princess,
Neither an estranged nor a sidelined,
Neither one on revenge nor one sporting,
A woman still refuses to sleep
With the man she is interested in,
In spite of proximity, intimacy,
Secrecy, opportunity and drives,
Not from quilt, nor from qualms,
Not from fear nor from shame
But from the innate feeling
That by that she would put herself
As a cheap and used one..
29.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For what you are.
Maybe you aren’t a virgin;
Maybe you are a divorcee,
A widow or an estranged one.
I don’t mind; I love not your past.
Maybe you aren’t yet mine;
Maybe you are to leave me,
Desert me or elope with one.
I don’t mind; I love not your future.
May be you aren’t virtuous;
Maybe you are an adulteress,
A paramour or a whore.
I don’t mind; I love not your back.
I love you for what you are
When you are with me..
10.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Still Steal Binds – Seamed Years
I who never knew you
we never met.
Sound of your soft voice
I never knew.
We never spoke.
Our minds crying
estranged to each other.
Never touched.
We were complete strangers
to each other.
I never looked
into your glowing green eyes.
To see lost soul
mirrored in shining mind orb.
I knew you.
Only as an unspoken question.
I left you forever
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Requiem For A Marriage
Far too short it took you
when you started to be estranged from me,
when you found another lover
and we both found ourselves
where that which you did see in me
was only for monetary purposes,
daily you stopped laughing,
you were gone from me during the night
while you were charging on after happiness
and I dared my life for you
but still at times you loved me,
somewhere the end did begin
when our love suddenly did die
and I was astounded by all the pain.
poem by Gert Strydom
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So Estranged
so estranged are we, on this outrage
exchanged, we trek on this range less the sage
powerless, breathless, penniless, even hopeless
thriving mess, we suppress, in disgrace, lots of stress
we transgress, and confess, and nonetheless on hydraulic press,
yet so strange, i wonder how, witn so many misfortunes & miscalculations
we survive, we revive, we are vilified: we are the masters of innovations
we mustered the complications and recovered our reputations.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
From the outskirts of the town
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
Is it changed, or am I changed?
Ah! the oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.
Bright as ever flows the sea,
Bright as ever shines the sun,
But alas! they seem to me
Not the sun that used to be,
Not the tides that used to run.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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