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Poems
Dutts the man !
An affair with rugged
life,
A saga of endless
strife,
A bloodless acrimony,
At the altar of destiny,
Dutts the man!
The friendly father,
The ageless traveler,
The solitary reaper,
The ache for a breather,
Dutts the man!
Of thoughts
sublime,
Of deeds
divine,
Follower of dharma,
Indebted to karma,
Dutts the man!
Uma V Nagpal
28th May 2005
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The shroud
When I was seven,
I wrote my first composition,
Though I was naive,
I framed my supposition,
India
is my country,
All Indians are my brothers.
When I was eight ,
I wrote another composition,
Though I was older,
I heeded my tutor,
The policeman is a public servant,
He saves us from thieves and robbers.
Now I am sixteen,
I've learnt I was wrong,
In saviors' garb
Do vultures throng.
Of my countrymen proud,
I ask aloud:
Whose is the shame?
Whose the shroud?
Uma V
Nagpal
30th April 2005
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THE LANGUAGE
OF GOD
ECHOES OF DOOM
FLOWERS IN BLOOM
FORESTS OF FIRE
TONGUES OF DESIRE
SILENCE OF OCEANS
MOUTHING PREMONITIONS
CLAPPING OF THUNDER
DREAMS ASUNDER
DEATHLY SECRETS
LAVIC ERUPTIONS
GURGLING STREAMS
MEANDERING RIVERS
SOARING SKYLARKS
CROUCHING TIGERS
FRIGHTENED DOVES
AMBLING APES
SLITHERING SNAKES
SCREAMING HYENAS
HUNGRY LIONS
SCHEMING FOXES
SWOOPING EAGLES
SCAVENGING CROWS
A SAGA OF LOVE
A TWIST OF FATE
GOD IN HIS LANGUAGE
SPAKE
From-Uma Nagpal-- vhi10uma@yahoo.com
My tryst
with destiny
I
want to dance to happy tunes
Will
you play my song?
I
want to lie on sandy dunes
Will
you come along?
I
want to climb a rainbow
Will
you hold the pot of gold?
I
want to tiptoe to the skies
Will
you be there to behold?
I
want to be a hanging mist
Will
you be the mountain dew?
Of
my heart I,d make a pallet
Will
you splash my world with hue?
As
I walk in space, as I walk in time
Wont you be my soulful mate ?
As I walk to keep my tryst with karma
Wont you be my destined fate?
Uma V Nagpal |
Why me:.TSUNAMIS?
In search of graves
the quaking earth
unleashed a wave
to sing
to nature's wrath
snuffing out life
smothering laughter
squashing dreams
to sound
the knell of disaster
screaming silences
deathly throes,
grotesque carcasses
do ask
is this providence?
Where are you jury?
Why this fury?
Wherefore this prejudice?
Is this
The long arm of justice?
Mother of mine
to your fold divine
You call me to sleep
But tell me how
Will I
Rest in peace?
UMA V NAGPAL- vhi10uma@yahoo.com |
| Beg your
Pardon
I beg your pardon,
But what's this jargon?
Right click first,
then cut and paste
Save the matter, or
lose it in haste
Open the window, close
the file,
an ace at surfing
,but where's the tide?
My saga of love ,I
wrote profound,
To my dismay though,
the page could not
be found.
Bigger the bulk, no
time for hulks,
Lost your password?
No need to sulk.
Timed outs and log
offs have made one wiser
Think again and re
set the browser.
Uma V Nagpal-
5th May 2005
vhi10uma@yahoo.com
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PRANAM
IN HIS COURT
I KNEEL IN OBEISANCE
HANDS FOLDED
HEAD BOWED
EYES CLOSED
THE SOUND OF TOLLING BELLS
WASHES OVER ME
THE EMANATING FRAGRANCE
SWATHES MY SPIRIT
I WAKE
AS IF FROM A STUPOR
FIND MY CUPPED HANDS FULL
I SLOWLY OPEN MY EYES
TO SEE
HIS GRACE
A LEAF OF TULSI
A CHIPPED COIN
A BROKEN PETAL
A MOTH EATEN FLOWER
FORGOTTEN YESTERDAYS
PROMISING TOMORROWS
DRIED TEARS
WISTFUL SMILES
RAYS OF HOPE
SOME LIVING , SOME DYING
A LITTLE BIT OF YOU, A LITTLE BIT OF ME
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