Accident
Sharp hot seething metal grinding and swallowing
Jagged teeth eat flesh seething
Wheels stopped before the streets do not meet
One devilish vehicle swallows the other
Spit expletives
Disjointed words are swept and stored in a bin
The candle in the corner dims as it is lit
Everyone is oblivious and alive
© 2023 Sushi Sharma
Form of Inspiration
You are inspiration
light of imagination
without you I'm unborn
speechless, mindless
forever wanting form
bare waisted at twilights knell
Your deepening hue shielding
a fiery well
devouring infatuations cry to see
midnights cold fantasy
cradled at a shore-less dawn
I drift
You release my palm
for limited is my observation
despite that I aspire
recreation of my desire.
© 1991 Sushi Sharma
Response to First Day
On my first day as an intern teacher
I think of my small nieces on the first day of school
I look at the children and remember them
hoping that their teachers will be as interested
in their welfare as I will be with my students
I wish that their enthusiasm and desire to learn will grow
as time goes on and not be tarnished by a system
I see their fidgeting bodies and think -
sometimes it was such torture for me when I was in their place!
At my desk once I thought
"The day I don't have to go to school anymore, I'll never go again"
But some remarkable teachers led me here
where I will spend the rest of my life
in a place I once waited for years to escape
Can laughing be a lesson?
Would movement be learning?
Within a system I must still follow
how much power do I have to keep their spirits growing?
More than I did then
© 2012 Sushi Sharma
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