“Simulacrum”
POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
LOVES MANY FACES
IT HAS ITS OWN
APPENDAGE,
DIFFEREFNT COLORS, WITH
DIFFERENT COILS, CALLED
LOVE,
IT IS NOT LOVE, YET LOVE,
FACE AND HANDS AND BODY
IN MOVING DIRECTIONS,
WITH ALL CHALLENGES,
DRIVES IN ALL EMOTIONS,
NIGHT AND DAY NOT YOUR CHOICE,
BUT BOT
A DAY GOES WITHOUT
ANXIETY AND TENSE RIDDEN
MOVE,
THANK GOD . YOU ARE SAF
WITH THIS STRONG WILL,
DESPITE AGE AND TIME
ITS OWN TOL.
A
letter to land owner
-----------------------------------
Immediate
and immense cure
For
the shepherd,
for
the homeless,
aimlessly
wandering,
the
orphan on the roadside,
the
child on cruel hands
of
step- mother,
the
hut dwellers,
water
leaking from above,
sun
and stars and landscape
are
nothing,
only
inward thinking
and
solace from
within
are medicines
and
immense cure.
BY RADHAMANI SARMA
Very
sad to see the helpless passengers,
Sleepless
and poor ,undernourished
In
underground, a painful ,irretrievable,
I
could not bear the sight:
Some
sit, dark and dismal,
Blown
by the wind,
Trains
moving here and there,
Hunger
and starvation
For
months together
Has done and undone them.
Coins
or cleavage will not
Will never change their plight,
Only
time and time alone
Should
solve this .
Very
sad to see the helpless passengers,
Sleepless
and poor ,undernourished
In
underground, a painful ,irretrievable,
I
could not bear the sight:
Some
sit, dark and dismal,
Blown
by the wind,
Trains
moving here and there,
Hunger
and starvation
For
months together
Has done and undone them.
Coins
or cleavage will not
Will never change their plight,
Only
time and time alone
Should
solve this .
Harvest
Eagerly awaits the harvest,
A tradition bound by custom,
Cherished by grandmother,
Instilling a custom
to be followed.
Each corn is his treasure,
The persona reaps with happiness
And worshipful approach,
Dedicates the harvest to grandma,
Children and grand children ,
all sit by fire and celebrate
the read and with
merry songs
and mirth never to be compared;
