Renu Beri

Little birdie in the sky,
Fly, dear birdie, fly.
Fly left and fly right,
In and out of my sight,
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God, (if you believe in his existence)
Or the Life Particle,
Or Mother Nature,
Created,
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She walks slowly with gentle motion,
A little pre-occupied, having full notion,
Of the small world that revolves around her,
Of which she is the gracious mother.
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As I Lay ……..


I lay reclining on my fine ornate bed,
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Camouflaged in the lush green grass,
Confidently gripping the rifle in his hand,
He spied the widely notorious crocodile,
That seemed to lie peacefully in the sand.
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I see a large number of walking dead,
Neither down below nor high above.
I see them on earth with heads held high,
Though, long ago, they emitted a last sigh.
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The dark clouds glided menacingly across the sky,
The light ones accompanying them floated merrily by,
The fleecy babies struggled to keep pace,
And reveal the evanescent sun's glowing grace.
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Leaning against the window bar,
Looking at the landscape far,
Eyes that looked but did not see,
The clouds, the trees or the blue sea.
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Standing beneath a gulmohur tree,
The young man looked around him,
Tense and deeply brooding was he,
In the late evening, dark and dim.
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The lofty, dignified, awesome structure,
Abode of perennial learning and culture,
Overlooking the undulating hills around,
Towering over the spacious green ground.
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Isolation definitely seems to be
The sole purpose of such as we,
The human race,
That has terrors to face,
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Bright, colourful, vibrant, joyous,
Are the flowers of St---,
Flitting about in the campus,
Presenting a glorious picture.
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We read about her in magazines,
We see her on television,
She graces the screen of many a theatre,
Where crowds jostle just to see her.
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Embossed on the cluttered canvas of my mind
Is a man unknown and seen only once,
Not a famous politician or a popular artist,
Neither a playboy nor a handsome brat,
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The tiny droplets were welcomed by everyone,
Having come after the long reign of the sun,
A period of exhausting heat, dust and sweat,
How lovely it was to feel the drops wet!
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A delicate, yellow butterfly
Lingered above the tall, green grass,
Gaily intercepted by a few bushes,
Having tiny, yellow and red flowers.
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A leaf hung on a large mango tree,
A tiny green leaf, looking downwards.
Bright, fresh and youthful green,
The colour of life, prosperity and love,
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The sun slid from his heavenly throne
To sleep in the depths of the ocean.
The sky bid him a glorious farewell,
In shades of bright red and golden.
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A picture hung
A heart sung
Love clung,
And
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The vessels smashed- crash, clash, clang
The children shouted and loudly sang,
The wife screamed waving her hands,
"You clumsy oaf! How can you stand?
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