THERE ARE THINGS WE KEPT SECRET AFTER….



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In this facebook age

When the flaming desire

To Reveal All rules

Isn’t it a miracle

That we still have some

Fragrant moments of joy

And salty painful hours

Unblemished and pristine

Only to ourselves

Saved from a thousand glare

Unseen Peepal roots travel deep with joys and tears

There are things we kept secret after all these years

           

posted for Kerry's prompt @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United and OpenLinkNight-March 2014 @ d'Verse

 

      MY FLOWER GIRLS

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Two little girls of Third Grade

Gave me flowers in a spirit of play

Two Kadams* they were

Fleurs pour moi?

Pourquoi?       

Les filles ont ri et ont disparu

The Kadam season passed

Their undaunted spirit plunged on origami

Two paper dolls I received

Tes poupee de papier

Est tres bien

Les filles ont ri et ont disparu

They are now in Seventh Grade

Kadams stick to the trees

Paper is a paper

Elles ont grandi

* Neolamarckia cadamba, commonly called Kadam ) is an evergreen, tropical tree native to South and Southeast Asia. . It has scented orange flowers in dense globe-shaped clusters. The flowers are used in perfumes. The tree is grown as an ornamental plant and for timber and paper-making. Kadam features in Indian mythology and religion.

Posted for Susan's Mid Week Motif`~In Two or More Languages @ Poets United

LET IT GO

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When there’s a bolt from the blue

Or the thick thundering threats loom large

Let patience hold my hand

And help cross the confines of fear

When envy’s flame burns my soul

Or pride rises to reach the sky

Let prayers take hold of my mind

And help me let go of these impulses

When my boat sets sail in twilight

And is enveloped in darkness

Let my soul sing Thy Name

And I in peace cross the bar

Posted for Laurie's prompt 'letting go' @ Poetry Jam

    

DEATH OF A POET

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I thought he was a bird

Chirping to the sky and the grass

And free like the wind

Breezy and sometimes stormy

Ah his wings held a golden light

That was mightier than the sword

I was heartbroken when he sold it

To the unscrupulous rulers of Corporate Kingdom

Once you touch those tentacles

With suction cups

You will sink down the abyss

With wings clipped

Mellifluous song giving way to cacophonous praise

Like him

The bard in the cage of gold

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

  

CAUSES FOR CELEBRATION

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          Enduring for long

Heat, pressure in the Earth’s mantle

           A diamond is born

         Each birth is a dread

Snapping snowy shroud in silence

         Spring pops up her head

      Dumb and mute keyboard 

Poets trapped in stumbling block

       A line comes in dream

Posted for Susan's Mid Week Motif ~ Happy Birthday

THE OWL

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Why has Lakshmi* chosen the owl?

Goddess of fortune with Dark Knight?

No one dares to be out and prowl

Why has Lakshmi chosen the owl?

A scampering mouse finds night foul

Lakshmi’s bounty makes ploughmen bright

Why has Lakshmi chosen the owl?

Goddess of fortune with Dark Knight?

*In Hindu religion Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and prosperity and She has a white owl as her carrier. I think she seems to assure agricultural prosperity as her owl provides a free service of eradicating rodents and thus securing a good harvest…..

Posted for Alan's Prompt : Owl @ Poetry Jam