Rolling Luck
The marbles roll
on a patch of dirt–
colored transparencies
shine in the afternoon sun.
She watches carefully;
her big brown eyes
roll with the little marbles
deft fingers on small brown hands
shoot each marble toward the hole
in the center of a circle–
there is hope
of winning
whereas
in the square room
that sits unevenly
under a metal roof—her home
built to stand
but sure to fall
under the monsoon rain dance–
one can only lose,
without a chance.
© Neetu Malik
Some of Neetu’s Books
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wetting my feet
in the old pondI pause to remember
-
how many steps
to the edge of the world
she wants to know -
we were wingless
until we knew loveour breathless breath
lifted us
into rainbows -
in its gurgling sprint
toward the seathis river into which
I empty love’s ashes— -
unaware, you become
resigned to
where you find yourself
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