Ruth Sequeira

Poems

Hibiscus Flower

The Hibiscus Thief

We knew he’d visit twice a day,
But who it was, we couldn’t say.
He’d come at dawn, then at dusk.
Plucking mainly, the red hibiscus.

Nothing stays a secret for too long in a village,
Soon the maid spotted …

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Brother Luke

There was once,
A little boy who prayed for a baby sister,
And when she was just born, he’d often kiss her.
But then he was certain he didn’t want her anymore,
So he informed his Mummy, that the baby
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Journeys

To take the road less travelled on an all girls road trip,
Discover you are lost and kick yourself for being so hip.
 
To book a ticket on the Indian Railways site and go insane,
Is worth it when you
smokey at home

Growing Up Goan

Have you ever;

Lit crackers in the room above the principal’s office?
Asked some tricky questions during Sunday service?

Had the misfortune of being chased by an angry hen?
Used an underground rainwater drain as your hiding den?

Saved a …

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We

We still believe that a girl who gets raped must be a slut.
but we’re modern enough to appreciate Pippa’s butt.
Hundreds of farmers are killing themselves because of debt
yet we still see Naxalism as the country’s “biggest internal
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