It was Daughter's Day
a few days ago.
Social media rejoiced
in posts of celebrations.
I feel blessed
to be a daughter everyday.
Yesterday, but
A daughter succumbed to fate;
Reiterating stagnant mindset,
justified time and again.
"You're but a blessed daughter,
in someone's unheard eulogy."
*The news story, another in
numbers of crime against women
that have never found answers
as to "why again?",
what was her fault?",
“did anyone in her village
remember her for being a
supportive and hard working
daughter?, and "what did she
do to deserve this birth?".
May her soul
transition in peace.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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I share love
Did I miss
the sun, sun rays or sunshine?
The person, the feel or the presence?
Behind my closed eyes,
I see the sun, feel the rays, and
warm up to sunshine.
I am love, I feel love, I share love.
And there, it
Rains, and Rains.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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Temporariness
In the way of life
Hearts beat the same in every birth.
Life and lifeless are not choices.
I acknowledge temporariness,
In the eternal and absolute Truth.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
*** Hare Krishna🙏🏻***
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May the child find a home
I couldn’t erase the haunting image of
A child trying to wake his
Dead mother.
Dead, from dehydration and exhaustion;
Exhaustion unimaginable, from days,
Days of walking and travelling,
Travelling to return to their homes.
I couldn’t erase the relieved words of
Some other blessed people.
People who said they were grateful,
Grateful for their karma,
Karma of being fortunate to good birth;
Good birth indeed.
Indeed life can mean returning to our roots.
I couldn’t erase my thoughts of
That child who is too young to know;
World in its formative period where,
Love, care, food and play makes sense.
Most of today may be forgotten, and
His cries will remain till memories fade.
May a mother give him a life in a home.
Stories of migrant labourers (India), especially footloose migrants, have been the news stories for sometime now.
I was deliberately avoiding the post of news-based poems though, have been writing a few on the current issues. Today, I thought of sharing my emotions.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
