Today I wear a fresh flower in my hair,
My sweet sweetheart is here,
For the city, he left me asunder,
How I lived without him, I wonder;
Red florets I wore on our wedding night,
The gems he put in my hair under the moonlight,
Are the pressed blooms under my pillow,
How I slept without him, do you know?
Anita Bacha
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Author: Anita Bacha
Creative and inspirational writer and poet, I lam also an addictive reader of novels, poetry and children story books.
I am the author of Soul Poetry a book of inspirational poems, verses and quotes (2015)
The Maker of Miracles (2006) and My Journey with God (2008) are narrations about my journey with my spiritual guru.
My new poetry book INK Echo of life and love published by Éditions de L’Ocean Indien earlier this year (2019) in Mauritius, my birth country is a collection of love poems extolling the feelings and desires of women.
The Princess and the Crow is my first story book for children ,released by Austin Macauley Publishers London in March 2019.
I love to write. I guess my writing has a special cliché of island 🌴 life, natural,unpretentious and full of beauty.
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Beautiful poem. Last line was truly filled with emotions.
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Thank you so much.
I am deeply touched.
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My pleasure 😇. Your poems are always mesmerising.
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Your poem moved me, Anita. The emotion woven within the words touches the Heart and Soul. Beautifully penned!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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Thank you Amy.
Matter of fact, this poem is inspired by the living situation of a woman who tied the knots in an arranged marriage.
The man her parents chose for her was already in a relationship with another woman.
Hence the husband was leaving her every month to spend time with his first love.
This is a sad state of affairs in many countries where arranged marriage still exists.
I try to live the agony of the newly wedded wife and I pen it with the ink of my heart.
Much love
Anita
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OH my gosh! How sad and how awful! How my Heart goes out to this woman! Will a day ever come when the world does not look upon a woman as an object? Thank you for explaining this poem. No wonder I felt so much emotion. (((HUGS)))!
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It’s also sad that women do not know their legal rights or in some cases they are not educated.
Above all,Amy , you surely know that the worst enemy of a woman is another woman.
Much love
Anita
🌹❤️🌹
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Anita, this world needs LOVE not jealously, not spite, not cheating, not hate, …. for all those are poisons. RESPECT for women from ALL ….. and respect for ALL from women … I don’t understand how some people can sleep at night …..
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Yes Amy respect for women from ALL
Much love
Anita
❤️❤️
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You bring out so beautifully the dark truth behind many smiling faces… Consider my voice with yours ” respect for all women…from all”… Wonderful writing!!!
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Thank you Gunjan!
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