Nov foxglove
Foxgloves in charm
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How much of charm,
How much hidden in
the term,
A hidden charm, sill I daresay
Visible and heard often,
Driving the hidden slow devil;
Both in my motherland,
Fatherland, foxglove, improves,
In one moment, I speed up,
Roll it, roll on it, for further
Investigation, a speedy spell ,
On long love, enduring, endearing,
Cannot describe any further,
Fully venerable.
POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
Where is Gold and Mad rush for Gold
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When life is
precious, more precious
Man deems gold , only gold, whatever
May be the modality of approach, reap
And ultimate gain. What is its pristine form,
Before its shiny state of ornament and glitter?
Rush to the mines, deep delve, deeper
Even at the cost of man’s breath and life;
Hard labor, freezing our efforts, pain,
Killing our ambitions and killing
Our desires to amass Gold, Gold,
All attributes of technology failures,
Machines deserting their will power;
The bird, scream, village, pond
And gold mines – all under total
Devastation, yet rush for gold
Runs in man’s blood and strain.
Still Snow runs, snow
captures
Their slumbering mood,
For a hunt , for
their livelihood.
A POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
All
smooth is not smooth sail
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Our
soft talks, gentle walks,
untouched
by rivalry and chaos,
Now
into a zone, flying zone
Beyond
a viable cause;
Now
no remedy.
Unbridable
gaps, sudden
like
creepers unwanted and dry,
just
as pop ups spoiling the show,
somewhere,
where from we don’t know,
Now
no remedy.
Our
poetic discussions, poetic aura,
Images
and metaphors flown
Into
the cup, a fluidity of charm
Unique
and unrivalled, where are those?
Now
no remedy.
After all the turmoil, all vexations,
There is
a positive sign assured
Our
days will be back with smooth sail.
APOEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
Her
Art
She
opines the art of writing
Poetry should be natural,
as a
bloom, stem from seed,
effortless and natural in its way.
Beauty
and growth own
Their
typical due to spontaneity,
Springing innate from its own style.
Another counterpart argues intense
One must struggle, spray, select,
Scrutinize images and metaphors,
with warp and weft of sheer mould,
Running to pages and pages into books,
Bold Titles and headers to capture
readers
and writers for a longer tenure.
No dark, no cloud, no doubts,
Neither inhibitions into this portal
Unique, where Divinity and dignity rule,
For all ages to come and prevail.
