note; what would have been Shakespeare's thoughts on today's selfie?
I have made a small attempt to think like the bard
Oh, selfie! who art thou?
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Thoughts...like the errant schoolchild
slither away from the channelled course
on to vistas new and varied
either divine or ignoble
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Stepping into the hall of glitterati
I stand bemused
with whom? with whom do I click pics?
flashing bulbs, clicking shutters
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In the aftermath of Corona....
Life has turned out to be a completed crossword, going backwards
With letters missing in a gradient regularity
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You brouhaha at my allure
Preen over my branches array
Awe over ‘a tree in a tray'
Bringing blooms in Nature, indoor
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Two little twittering twitters
hop in and hop out
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Ramanna, Ramanna...kept saying the maid
in the flat above mine
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I searched in vain for pictures of my Dad
pictures large and small
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i would like to give a very small introduction to the poem This is about avery famous theatre personality arundhati nag who strove very hard to raise a memorial to her husband Shankar Nag who died tragically in an accident, who was a famous filmstar of kannada cinema. I was inspired to write this poem when i watched her on the occassion of the inauguration of Rangashankara her memorial to her husband
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Woman thou art precious
Do not disdain it as something trivial
Defer not its presence
Let not the fear of chemo deter you from disclosure
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