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Sony Dalia Poems
Why Only Me?
As awards sailed my way thrilled I was when my speeches garnered applause An orator par excellence, they said. Bouquets, beauties, bed of roses!
If not now, when?
Days are warm like friend's wishes Evenings darker than earlier A nip in the nightly air enjoyable mostly… If not in winter when will it be so?
Life is a cosmos. Many planets spinning melody satellites around
Sunset in Goa
Riot of colours across the sky… splashing water, skidding kids watchful eyes excited with mirth, speed boats zoom, parasailing, banana boats,
</>Puffy clouds race along Inspiration from NOIDA? Blue sky spreads a nippy shawl Time to keep woollens ready.
Fat, bandicoots scamper around Famished folk long for a morsel.
Clouds in Sky
Blue sky dazzles Sun pockets all credit; Moonlit night too tantalizes Diana demurely smiles.
Horizon an illusion, Visible yet difficult to reach Shores on ocean of awareness Shingles swallow aimless wanderers
Spanning the sky the Sun ambles Every dawn greeting with cheer Every dusk a spirited adieu… Relentless pursuit on display.
Breeze wafts across quietly Flowers toss heads in ecstasy Fragrance spreads silently Butterflies delightfully busy.
For the devout Shivrathri a holyday Charismatic camaraderie on display Estranged mates met in the valley!
Bonds of Love
When youth meet effervescence around always: smiles stretch splendidly, fluttering looks dart like butterflies,
As you descended Hurtling down from the sky Awestruck was every one Wondering how and who could handle thee!
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Why Only Me?
As awards sailed my way thrilled I was
when my speeches garnered applause
An orator par excellence, they said.
Bouquets, beauties, bed of roses!
Limousines, luminaries lined my path
meet, eat, drink, dance, days roll on,
whining never known, smiling my means
globetrotting so glorious, no time for dear ones!
Undulations, upheavals, shocks and blocks
source unknown, life turns sour
debility, delusion, declining state -
troubles visit never alone, the bard sang right!
Place in multiiverse never ignored,
font and faith ever ...