A different stand Radhamani sarma

 

A different stand.

 

She was always there never forsook him

Condemned, always cheering and pardoning,

Evey moment of his life and living

With his upright moment, he backed him

Especially ill luck and ill health struck him;

Sparrows always circled in his garden

He did not discourage or disown them;

Enticing them with grains

Always enamored of scholars

Erudite, read books widely read and wrote;

While his last breath, he did not feel

Like loosing ; rather he clutches pillows strong;

Chants Anton  Chekov with all vigor and involvement.

Mother - symbol of sacrifice and diligence Radhamani sarma

 

 

Mother  symbol of sacrifice and diligence

I always worship faithfully

 the womb that gave birth

to me, but abhor the grave

untimely  took away my mother

when in my prime of age.

Recall her care, smile

Of affection that she cherished.

She hides well in  dark corners

Buried long long ago,

Only her blessings

She throws ever and ever

I see from here. From where

She monitors, she guides

As a  star, how to lead

A perfect life in this

Cruel world of wrong begotten

Norms and nodes.

Did I do anything to  remember

Her for ever, except a  mourning

Or memory dipped in sad  coils?

All women embodiment of sacrifice

 Live and end in  this soil;

 But what do we do for motherhood,

Women hood of sacrifice and toil:

All roped and sieved in coil

Of patience or diligence ;

a question  always remains

unanswered ;

 

 

 

here is the weight of the world Radhamani sarma

 

Where is the weight of the world

 Radhamani sarma

Where is the weight of the world….

In the clothes or folds

torn asunder things

Folds into where….

folds to be unfolded,

again to be refolded

into different patterns;

life’s foils and folds

guiding us every moment,

misguiding too;

only we need to be wary;

be it a small domestic fray

or bigger leading quay,

quay, one needs be

cautious and examine

dots and patches in folds,

vast sails be it domestic

situation, or calamities

pervasive of international

 threats. Hold strong your

holds and folds , don’t let

loose them. Her dictates

inspect all. The weight

of the world too much with us.

 

 

WAR AND LOAD Radhamani sarma

 

WAR AND LOAD

 

 Radhamani sarma

Bombing and raids are still heard,

war-torn military side unyielding;

Siren  war off, still, the menace

gripping like  suicidal impact;

it is the pity of war, pitiable

the utmost all around;

 exile on the move , slow,

shedding tears inward,

their fate written large

on their face , we are yet

to know if can be mitigated;

the boy and girl on their move.

Thirsty  and  tired, on the rubble,

Treading on dangers, stones,

Thistles, already thistles prick

their hearts and heavy metals

prick and poke their feet only

solace for the double now;

dilapidation and trepidation,

twin pricks permanent   all

around;  girl and boy, fear torn,

yet with a  will to forge ahead

look above the smoke ridden,

helpless, yet on and on.