EXPECTATION

That my eyes see not

Any blemish anywhere

My new year’s hope

That my ears hear not

Politicians’ tongue-lash

My new year’s hope

That I do possess

A low-profile nose to smell

My new year’s hope

That my tongue utters

Thy name in pleasure and pain

My new year’s hope

That all do I touch

Be not without Thy sweet Will

My new year’s hope

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Bamboo – A Tanka

     Gaia’s blessed child

Your thousand green eyes tremble

    Though you sway a No

Man’s concrete hands approaching

To grab your home for high-rise

Posted for Hannah's Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders @ Real Toads 

        A TANKA

           

On the white darkness

A pale orange flow trickles

Grasses melt in joy

Stretchy days on sparrow’s wings

Listen to the twittering

 Written for Kerry's When I Write Tanka (Part1) ~ Hisashi Nakamura @ Real Toads
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      A Moment Remembered

                        

The wonderful toys receded away

The child moved on with insatiable hunger

In his eyes, following the parsimonious parents

I was following him, keeping a sharp lookout

Without his knowledge of course

Until he lost trace of his parents

In that teeming hundreds of the village fair

Aw look at his panic stricken face

Oh how he is grieving his loss

Of the greatest gifts of God, his parents

‘Ma’m, the village is so small

He’ll find his parents’…say my pupils

Snapping my reverie…….’of course he will,

Mulk Raj Anand’s Lost Child’* I answer

And become a lost child myself

My heart secretly mourning

 For my father, in the classroom…..

*Mulk Raj Anand was a renowned author and critic of India. Most of his stories are based on the life of the toiling masses of India. Lost Child is a short story included in the English syllabus of secondary education in West Bengal.

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Nelson Mandela – In Memoriam

In the heart of darkness

You played with light

You became light

You burned

Scattered

Light

Scattered

Burned you

Light became you

Light played with you

Darkness of heart thinned

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                   BEAUTY PAGEANT

                     

The cadaverous lady in huge black glasses

Feather-boa on shoulders lavishly dances

The devilish bird on her crown

Sets judges whisper gibberish

And has irrational audience

 In the aisle rolling

Not odd but natural this happens in a show

What’s wrong if she has on her head a crow?

The more this soothing lunacy

The better is the amusement

The frenzied madmen

Will pawn life for the system

 If their credentials questioned will catastrophe dawn?

Vulgar gossips of a high degree go on and on……………

Posted for Fireblossom's Get Listed @ Real Toads

(I wanted all the prompt words in red but couldn't manage the first line.. :( ) 

 

An Owl Song by a Ten Year Old Naturalist  

 

My cute, nocturnal feathered fay

            Are you going the dodo way?

            Your weary wings screech for barns

            No rodents, no marshlands

            Mother Nature’s wondrous gift

            Homeless, jobless on wings adrift

            This nesting box is a gift from me

            Give me owlets I want to see

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SARADA  MA **                

                    

Your eyes are made of light and voice of song

Stones melt and mould at your beaming smile

To drink your nectar-words devotees throng

Traversing miles

‘I am mother of the righteous and the vile’

You say this weaving a love-web so strong

Children of all races and time bond, smile

Your presence in my heart I do so long

That I can make the world my own and smile

Journey through countless births to right the wrongs

Traversing miles

·         **Sarada Devi, (1853 - 1920), born Saradamani Mukhopadhyaya,^[1] was the wife and spiritual counterpart of Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, a nineteenth century mystic of Bengal. Sarada Devi is also reverentially addressed as the Holy Mother. Sarada Devi played an important role in the growth of the Ramakrishna Movement.

• As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name…..Sarada Devi --------Courtesy : Wikiquote

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