Tag: Poetry
Daughter! Blessed.
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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Let the dead rest in peace
Wish the voices sleep.
Those dead are far gone
And the living dies many a death.
My stomach churns
And thoughts towards utopia disgust;
Speculative spectators whiling time away,
Discussing
Watching
Pretending
Concern in the name of justice.
Consumers to anything
Where premium is in our mind;
Do we care to know our own self?
Do I know who I truly am?
Let the dead rest in peace.
*Disclaimer: My thoughts on Indian media and the way a certain topic of a dead person is being handled. I may be lucky to stay away from print and broadcast media but, the impact it has been having on human consciousness, awakened my slumbering conscience.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
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