Anjali Mandokhot Poems
|1.||The First Sketch||12/30/2008|
|2.||You Can Only See What I'Ll Show||9/5/2009|
|4.||Road And I||4/27/2008|
|6.||Life? -Nay Not Sans Thee||11/3/2007|
|8.||Two Traitors On Every Face||10/27/2007|
|9.||Leave Me A Vacant House||10/15/2007|
|10.||Memories - By A Rose||12/16/2007|
|11.||Sand In My Hand||8/18/2008|
|14.||Leaves Never Show Off||11/27/2007|
|15.||The Sun And The Poet||12/2/2007|
Comments about Anjali Mandokhot
In the tender years she crept in life
When the mind was like the wet soil,
Ready to be impressioned and dried.
My untouched cogency, she did ripple and roil.
She was the first to show 'the world so high'
Where 'twinkle twinkle' the little star.
She told me, how the 'clock struck one',
How 'Mary's lamb' went so far.
My Pied Piper led me, to a fairy's land
There, gave me Fantasy, my magic stick
And Imagination, my magic vroom,
Pitchers of magic drops, in all tongues to pick.
And taught, how to weave these drops-
Into threads of enchanting ...
I put on such a tough stand-
But that is all shattered inside.
Like that ragged livery
Patched up with embroidery
World only sees my sequins and beads,
None knows each of my thread beneath bleeds.
I bring out such a composed-self-