My attempt at Palindrome poetry [I Love to Write Poetry]
A refugee's Saudade
I heave a sigh, as I dream.
There's my little house by the stream...
A childish giggle,
The jingle of her bangles,
I hear them all...
From across the barbed wire,
Is this for real?
Saudade grips me...
In a land that I can't call my own,
Begging for fruits that I had grown,
"If there's a God, He's unfair", I scream!
(Now Read it upside-down)
31-35, F