Namita Rani Panda

AHALYA THE WINNER
Is being beautiful my sin?
Is being tricked and seduced my fault?
Cursed I am for no fault of mine
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"Is this a house fit for living dear
Which has less wall and more windows and doors? "

"Free flow of fresh air is perhaps our Head's chief concern
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When there are storms in the air
By my side they're always there!

When my joy overflows as a monsoon river
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I am a dainty Dandelion
popped up in the darkest corner of your heart's lawn
that looks cheerful in every season
scattering the warmth and power of the sun.
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In my darkest night,
When there is no source of light
Your words twinkle like stars
That solace my soul, though afar.
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She was just a bud yet to unfurl her petals
A free bird joyful, pristine and wholly natural
A raging, roaring, vibrant innocent tribal girl
He seemed to be a noble man in his forty
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Isn't the sky a divine letter
with Sun, moon and stars as its indelible letters
written by God with heavenly ink
that perpetually entice and blink?
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You descended eagerly from heaven
to lave with love my dreary desert pain,
to soothe my parched skin with soothing caress,
kissing my dry leaves and grass to be a source of solace.
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You're now perennial rivers of tear,
That fail to lave my love, my priceless treasure!

You're now the dart pierced into my silently sobbing heart
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When my sky is darkest deep
with no moon or stars to peep;
when I'm drained of all my hopes
asto progress there is no scope;
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Can the Earth forget the first touch of rain
after long scorching summer?
Can the tree forget the pleasure
Of bearing the first fruit or flower?
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With the end of the arduous labour
and the strainful struggle,
leaving its crysalis
my beautiful blue Butterfly
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Please come and sit down by my side
Silent and still
Like a mountain in meditation
By the side of a river,
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Let me sing a song for my own appreciation
Like the song of celebration for mother Earth in Rain ready for regeneration,
Let me sing a song glorifying menstruation
With pride and dignity without inhibition.
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Relation
Any relation,
If with love and care, is sown,
Grows into a tree in full bloom,
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The seed of ending
sown by you with extreme bitterness,
that despite my futile efforts to kill with endless stress,
remained lively and fresh,
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"O' my Mom! You're so uncaring and cruel,
why don't you pity me when I stumble and fall?

Look how mom Cow kisses and licks
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The Heaven showers his molten passion
To pacify the parched Earth's gloom
To make her face glow so clean
That glitters
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A drop of tear
That spills from the eye's corner
Is a pool of feelings
Keeps rippling,
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Never ask a tree how it feels
When a flower is plucked
Or a branch is broken or cut,
Never ask the sky how it feels
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