Tag: Poem


mother and child
A reprint copy of Raja Ravi Varma’s painting “Krishna in the Lap of Mother Yashoda”

Stood below a banyan tree in the vicinity

On a cloudy night where lightning flickered

I envisaged the lighting across the street

Adorned to welcome the festival of light

And the wail of the newborn shrilled the air.

The roots set to bond deep

Through tap roots and prop roots

Offering to nourish and nurture

Nature leads and instincts act

And a mother is born.

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Petals shed from the vase
Layer of bright and grey.
Fresh jasmine garlands on the deity
Perfumed the pale and stale.
A whiff of hot coffee lingered in the air.
“So what?”
Said the bored youngster.
Fragrance or aroma?
Stagnancy or permanency?
The wind changed direction.

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I sing to you

The song I have learned

The mantra that saw many generations

Words in Your praise

I sing in devotion.

I sing to you

Today the song that I feel deep within

Never heard before phrases but a mantra,

Words thanking you and meant only for You

I sing in devotion.

I sing to the Goddess of knowledge.

*On the occasion of Vijaydashmi festival. In the Southern state of India, Kerala, Vijaydasmi is considered an auspicious day for initiation of learning.

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