Strange Lands
   
 
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In Berlin I cried,
My body racked with pain,
I nearly died.


In Boston I cried,
My sister in law had cancer,
She died.


In Paris I cried,
Of a heart wounded and despaired,
My soul died.


I have cried in strange lands
And strangers have held my hands.

 
 
 

My collection of poems “Yearnings” may be ordered online, here http://serenewoods.com/book_details.php?id=419
 
 

© ABHA IYENGAR - 2005