And unusual tension,
The great weapon
To come out of such situation
Is deep meditation!
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Sarojini Naidu was born in 1879
She is popularly known as ‘Nightingale of India’For her delightful verses with social impact and influenceShe maintained a high political profile as she was the firstWoman Governor of the Republic of IndiaThe focus of her writing was principallyOn ‘nature’, ‘love’, ‘patriotism’ and ‘social issues’She was the pioneer to raise her voice againstInter-caste and inter-regional marriage…
Dr Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
Very often she writesPoems on love, social behaviorAnd different facets of nature.Her poetic expressionCarry a great rethym asShe herself is a great dancer!I find enormous beautyIn all her elegantly crafted poetry.She is invaluable resourceTo esteemed Poem Hunter.May God bless herTo have a bright futureIn the rest part of her literary career
In learning curve
Like an inquisitive kidFrom my surroundings, natureMy two days old juniorsAnd voluminously from seniorsI never disobey seniorsMy tender heartTreat them like godsSings with all praiseThe beloved seniorsCalm, cool, pious and virtuousI love that mentorWho loves to inspireMotivate and rectify errorWith love and careCopyright@ Poet,31 January,2018
Poetic license is a great machination
In exercising freedom of expressionBypassing syntax and semantics andConventional norms of penning verses!We may pen anything we likeWithout bothering much aboutRhymes, rhythms and flow in a verseIf it’s there so good so niceIf not found, doesn’t matter!Let’s be proud of being poetsOf this modern generation!Well, we have got to enjoy the licenseTo stretch its elasticity…
A mother knows
She undertakesIn deliveringA baby!None elseOnly a motherCan feel whatDelivery pain is?A mother alwaysBrings up her own childWith unconditional loveAnd protective care.Only a mother can feelwhat her child means to her!
Oh, my dear conscience, naive warbler
For my unforced errors which I weepYour delicate lullaby lolls me to sleepI am often tormented by impudent kingsMy wounded soul is lifted by your wingsTales of morals and wisdom you murmurFor accomplishing honest deeds I swearInsulting women, aged, teachers and saintsWill take you to the hell torturing in chainsHelp the poor by killing rich…
A tragedy
Waiting to happen,
Profit,
From good moments
When you can,
Cultivate,
Love and Beauty
Lend a hand,
After all,
Those are
The blessings
That in Life
Count and really
Really, matter.
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As the day begins to ember,
Slowly, slowly, I remember,That I Love You, ‘when and why’,Not too long ago it happened,On a day I can’t recall,But that day the Heavens opened,And I heard of Love, the call,Ever since then I’ve adored you,Loving-Sweetness of my heart,You have given me the whole world,That’s what sets you, so apart.
Give me your heart,
Molten metals find,A way to make Us whole.Molten metals blend,Molten metals bond,With Love and then they’re set,For life, Eternally,As I belong to you,And you belong to me.
Shadow not, the Sun,
In going further,Doors that closeCannot againBe open wideLove that’s lostWill not get better,Just as,You cannotStop the day,Becoming, night.
At the edge of the precipice
Not knowing how to copeBy sea or by land,Time feels so narrowWithout a helping handLoneliness is sorrowBy sea or by land.What will be tomorrowIf love is not at handWhere can we go,When no one understands?Is there any refugeIs there any handThat will fit into yours,When sailing, walking aloneDrifting thru life’s storm,By sea and by land.
One life, one dream, one love
How lucky can you beTo strive, to haveThe best arrive,The opportunity,How grateful should we be!
Nobody touches my heart as you have,
I navigate with them,Thru protected valleys of delight,Never disturbed by the darkness of Night,So intense is your Light.Like nobody else, you fill,The imponderable dream of my dreams,The One I cannot easily decipher,Because your Mystery is much deeper than it seems.