That non-violent heart of yours
Tasted three bullets
Served to you by your sons
I am Nirbhaya*
Born in the land of Buddha and you
They didn’t even spare me
My spirit won’t rest till you are reborn
BAPU JI**!
Thou shouldst be living at this hour:
Bharat*** hath
need of thee
*Nirbhaya means fearless (girl). India does not allow publicizing a rape
victim’s name so the 23 year old girl who was gang raped and brutally assaulted
in New Delhi in 2012 and later succumbed to the injuries was given the name
Nirbhaya.
**Bapu ji is father in Hindi. Mahatma Gandhi was fondly called Bapu ji by the
people of India.
***India is ‘Bharat’ in all the Indian languages.
The last two lines are taken from William Wordsworth’s poem London,1802 only I used the word Bharat instead of England.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Fathers@ Poets United
I trust my sun who will always rise
I trust my stars who won’t forget to light
I trust my Ganga* who will ever purify
And my Himalayas who will pull me to His
height
My soul has taken bath in fire yet not burnt
My soul has withstood fear-storm undaunted
Waves of doubt could never blow out Thy name
The trust in Thou glows in my soul like a
flame
Be my storm, fire, deluge whatever Thou Will
With faith, trust, love let my heart be filled
*Ganga is the Ganges
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Books adorning walls
In the big library hall
My own paradise
Wordle is a maze
Deep, darkening, enticing
Short of ideas
A funeral pyre
May consume an earthly form
Unscathed spirit lives
Kite plays with the wind
Desires for a higher sky
A finger controls
Leaders touch the ground
On a begging from door
to door
Oh, there’s election
A red dawn
Sea water blazing
A boat sails
A pair of sweethearts
They are yet to name the
day
We are curious
This tycoon’s
A grounded huge tree
Of humble
birth
An alive
planet
Needs hundreds
of well wishers
To keep it going
Posted for Prompt 13 – Weekend Wordle #2 @ A prompt Each Day
All over, joys spring
Everyone grips sun
Love of warmth spreads
Blooms and bees dream together
Honey-talk Begins
Flowers buzzing
Life burgeoning
Zephyr sings softly
Gaily clad Nature
Waits
Nature gaily clad
Softly sings zephyr
Burgeoning life
Buzzing flowers
Begin honey-talk
Together dream bees and blooms
Spread warmth of love
Sun grips everyone
Spring joys all over
Posted for Mary’s prompt @ MTB dVerse
He pulled aside the fog like a curtain
And entered my home
“Who are you?” my voice quivered
His eyes flashed and lips twitched in a smirk
His breath almost scorched my skin
He scattered seeds
That instantly burst forth into saplings
Grew tall, bloomed and withered
I was so engrossed in the dance
Of birth and death holding hands
That I didn’t notice
When he left
A cool breeze whispered into my ears
“Wake up, rise from the ashes”
I trust my lub-dub
More than
those crooked brain waves
Results – accepted
I have a potted plant
I have placed it
Where my heart resides
Its leaves are forever green
Made of remembrance
Twosome dream blooms
With petals of teardrop love
Adorning the leafy twig
They glow, shimmer in joy
Dispelling darkness
I deeply inhale
Their fragrance of promise
That tell me
They shall never wilt
Posted for Wordplay #2 – Wordprompt @ A Prompt Each day
(The word prompt today is Wilt)
