indira babbellapati Poems

I sit by your banks
In awe of your flow
A parallel flow within
Watches every ripple:
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I open my eyes
Non-light on the Ganga
Breaking into dawn
A la Kubja stood as if waiting
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Who lived atop
Those distant hills
Where flickered
A lamp or two
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Who tends these trees
Thick and green on the hill slopes?

Who for do they bear leaf?
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A hard rock my support
Against the rapid flow

Broken pieces of sun
As Ganga moved at her will
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is not crying over a hurt
is be not hurting others

23nov2009
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may have lived
several moonlit nights
but only one dropp of
moon-light breaths
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i feel a feverish pulsation
pass through my veins
as i look at each word
uttered or unuttered
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i place my weary feet
in your gentle hands
you see, they're tired
always slipping
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At the age of two
He got on to a tripod
To pluck stars
By the time he’s three
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