I now wish to give some credit to those who inspired me...

In the form of their works-


A PECK OF GOLD
Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.

All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.

Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold'.
-Robert Frost

Your Hands Within Mine

A lover's dillema

An Easy Choice

If I need choose between sweet gold
Or an hour with you to steal
I'd rather my neighbour turn rich
And I upon thy heel

-Anusha Jain

Your Smile

In a world where war trumps passion
To see a smile like your
Is a gift I'd give my soul as debt
And yet not see it diminish

-Anusha Jain

Leaving home is not always hard
But when it is....
My only hope is that the reason for my departure
Is worth it...

Choice

Is a broken heart better than a severed limb
If we heal from both with time
Yet a scar is left behind
Even though the culprit and victim don't change...

- Anusha Jain