Poem – The Flute Player

 Soft and enchanting music


Opened the gates of heaven;


I tiptoed out of breath


In a garden of gorgeous flowers;


Intoxicated by the scent of the flora


Of all beauty


I tilted slightly


Almost lost myself;


Enthralled by the sweetest of the sweet fragrance


I fell under the charm of the flute player


Anita Bacha


Poetry – A Leaf of Your Tree

Poetry of Anita Bacha

Of your tree so mighty

I am a leaf so green and tiny

Neither an apple nor a fig

I hold on to a twig

In winter I shiver and I freeze

In summer I sway in the breeze

Drenched in torrential rain

I cry in grief and pain

Scalded in the burning sun

I shrivel and I shun

A creeper I long to mime

My arms enlacing you

Heavenly heights to climb

My soul enrobing you

– Anita Bacha –