Geeta Radhakrishna Menon Poems

I do not know why I call him
My Tibetan Monk!
I guess, it's his calm demeanour,
A broad forehead, as vast as the sky,
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The night sky shining with sparkling variation of blues,
A sensational work that captured the turbulent mind
Of Vincent, shining with dots of shimmering colours.
The blue sky, the twinkling stars, the serene river,
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There was only one human being
In the whole world
That Vincent Van Gogh
Trusted implicitly,
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A few days after his dreadful walking expedition,
Vincent was sitting on his bed, weak and weary,
Copying some prints listlessly, when suddenly,
Someone opened the door without knocking,
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Brown, brownie, loving beings,
Beaming, bouncing, tiny birds,
Hiphip -hophop - household aves,
Hopping, swinging, dancing sparrows!
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A book is like a Treasure Island,
As you walk along the sunny seashores,
A beachcomber searching for valuable, shinning pearls,
A book lover, lounging, sunbathing, basking, reading,
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In spite of advancement in science and technology,
The world has become a dangerous place to live in.
There is so much of anger and hatred.
Are we going back to the stone age?
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A country where women were subdued and named
By the society as "abala' or weak, delicate, powerless;
Proved to be an amazing eye-opener for the entire nation,
As hundreds of women marched with gusto, style,
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On a bright day in Sudamapuri,
The second day of October,
In the year of eighteen sixty nine,
A sudden burst of heat,
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Mother Earth cries out in pain:
O Man! Let me be, the way I am!
Let my natural habitat remain as it is.
Do not stamp over my soil,
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