Om Chawla Poems

One morning in the balcony of my opposite house,
Only the previous day which had been occupied,
A lady in flimsy pink 'kaftan' attired,
Paced leisurely from one end to the other,
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Hazaron barson se
Badalte yugon ko main
Yun hi dekh rha hun.
Ek yug thha jab meri dono taraf
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I often wonder,
how this Universe came to be?
Who is this Almighty?
Where did It exist?
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This world is full of imperfections;
even more of contradictions.
Here pain and pleasure both reside;
contempt and pity walk side by side.
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Birth is pain.
Death is pain.
Every pleasure is steeped in pain.
Joy contains seeds of pain.
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Come O thou reliever from painful pains
And strike pestilent all vibrating things
Let not a life live;
No joy, no mirth, no laughter
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Behold O Lord, behold this scene,
A woman selling her body away,
Dancing to the rhythm of coins
She must warm thy domestic curs:
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People may call Gandhi 'father of nation'
Am dismayed, I won't call him so.

Gandhi unique in his experimentation
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{In this poem I have tried to synthesize the modern day scientific findings with the narrative of a scripture.}

Hark the footsteps of impending destruction
By natural calamities or affliction
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That night is approaching once again,
after traversing a year long journey
That night of sparkling lights
that night of gaiety and gay abandon,
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