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The Wall

Ascend, ascend, ascend
There are times
when you will never know
what side of the wall you are on.

Why does the caged bird sing?
Maya Angelou asks
For the same reason the pianist plays!
replies Roman Polanski
and he should know

"Why the fucking coat?"
"I'm cold."

Inspired by the movie The Pianist
Janet Jarrell

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  1. It's such a thought-provoking piece inspired by a thought-provoking movie. Beautifully written Janet, it's soft and unpretentious. I liked it muchly! Happy to see your poetry flowing.

    Much love from your friend here in Brazil.

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  2. How were you able to understand my hindi poetry Janet ?

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  3. This is what google translate says...let me know how they did.

    You do not have today, again,
    But my heart still sad,
    Tune into the desired molded,
    Mine self made person.

    You do not have any memory
    But my heart still sad,
    Tune in every moment the paths Dunda
    I made him my slave.

    You have no relation to me
    But my heart still sad,
    Tune tried to get the shadow
    I found myself better than that.

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  4. I guessed you might have used translator... nice of you ... let me do it properly for you :

    You are far again
    but my heart isn't sad
    what you wanted to be,
    i turned myself into that.

    You do not have my memory
    but my heart isn't sad
    the paths you searched
    i made them my slave.

    You have no relation to me
    but my heart isn't sad
    some shadows you lusted for
    i found myself lot better.

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