indira babbellapati Poems

his love,
beautiful twin roses
decorating her bosom
from deep red
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an invisible shroud
you slowly spread
and push one you set
your eyes on, to rest
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we know not what we're here
why think of what we may be there...

12feb2010
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in the womb of the seed
is concealed the thought
from the thought springs
nectar of life eager to
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1…2…3…
I count my fingers and toes
The final number exceeds…
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They wore elaborate masks
Resplendent clothes studded
With dazzling stone work
Each time they moved into
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It was neither
Monsoon nor winter
Yet the air was filled
With the freshness of
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the silence of your heart
spread its wings
ridiculing me and my ideology
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Within me there may brew
A storm raving to show its rage
Within me there may be a volcano
Raving to erupt throwing me into
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Dasarath’s indulgent love for Ram
Ram’s absolute committment to word and deed
Kaikeya’s undue desire
Lakshmana’s allegiance to the brother
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