Jaishree Nair

She sat on the chair,
Half inclined to turn and run,
The white reflected in the mirror
Her tresses golden and amber.
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Never realised that writing poetry
Could be so fulfilling;
All you need-a pen and paper
To vent out emotions overflowing.
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Waving she stood on the threshold,
her husband and children on the road,
her elder to competition quiz,
blessed her with a smile whiz.
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Cupid's invisible arrow poised
to pour out the potions of love
into the unwary souls of the destined
And change their lives forever..
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Reminiscing down the memory lane....
The years loom up to flash back..
the beats of time gone by,
The many ups and downs that we had seesawed,
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Sari- a traditional Indian attire;
to enhance fragility and femininity at its best;
for the sexiest form of homo sapiens!
Yards of soft woven thread-
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He didn't ask for a feast of delicacies...
Just a mouthful to quieten his rumbling belly, .
The pangs of hunger spreading fire
burning a hole in his blurred vision of better self.
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A girl intelligent,
Inquisitive by nature;
Answers to questions unlimited-
She expected from mom always! !
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I am a three legged chair placed
in a corner,
unwanted, handicapped and
unnoticed in an auditorium...
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Just an ordinary class room,
the ground floor room,
to the extreme west
of a cbse affiliated nest.
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Got up
On the wrong side of the bed;
Feeling of foreboding;
Trifle uncomfortable;
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My father -man of few words,
lovable he was for most,
insisted on the best for us
his two little princesses.
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Behind the curtain of darkness;
Silhouetted by ghostly weirdness;
Innocence of childhood bruised;
The wailings of torture suffused;
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Tossing and turning she lay wide awake;
It was past midnight
Sleep had eluded her that night
Ticking of the clock loud in the night
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With pride in my stride,
With grace in my dignity,
I claim with all my might,
Yes, a teacher, a social builder, I am!
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If I had a brother
to wipe my tears dry;
so dejected I would not have felt-
For alone I have cried many a time!
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A shelter zone,
for a few social builders
on the first floor
of an academic institution.
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She waited anxiously,
Its the time of advent,
the return of her beloved
who had left in a huff.
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An institution in the name of a great saint,
Affiliated to the central board of secondary education,
The origin of many professional geniuses;
Scattered all over the world.
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I searched for it here and there
I could not find it anywhere
I asked my friends
They shrugged indifferently
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