Biography of Mallika Tripathi
Dr. Mallika Tripathi is an educationalist, an honorary legal consultant and a freelance writer blessed with an astounding sense of expression. She is currently working as Associate Professor & Head, Department Of Humanities at FGIET, Raebareli. She is a dynamic and multifarious personality, working for the sake of humanity. She was selected the Regional finalist of 'Ponds' Woman Of Tomorrow Contest.'She considers 'women to be the revolutionary force.' Even after being a Law graduate she turned to literature to quench her emotional and spiritual thirst. A poetess, an editor, a social worker and a mentor, she is a real epitome of beauty with brain.
Mallika Tripathi Poems
Oh, traitor! Where did you hail from? What is your caste? Who let you to be born?
Dedicated To My Pupils
My Pupils are my life, My pride, My aspiration, My dream,
I grew listening a peculiar proverb, ‘Barking dogs seldom bite.' But life taught me a different lesson, They not only bite
Oh! Hurting stones, Don't check my patience, I'm too restless. Don't consider me weak
Morning, a holy entity, A call for the best,
Impossible is a word Making everything possible It's a challenge
A seed was sown today Its future is a secret yet As it'll take another nine months To be finally set
I saw an apparition calling me Signalling the mysterious tale Walking towards me Coming closer, talking, laughing,
Ode To Riches
'Oh callous riches! Where is thou secret abode? Where do thou dwell eternally? Forcing us to bleed profusely
A Message To Traitor
Witnessing a place full of ingratitude and disappointment, divided into classes, I feel pathetic. The temple of Education falling prey to internal politics, losing its harmony, Creating a difference not only in the minds but also in the hearts.
Divided into two, facing sardonic remark, Analyzing the future that might become dark. Either to surrender to cruel forces, Or to be an exemplary for others.
Listening to the music of soul, I suddenly realised I was surrounded by the lethal Vipers, Shapeless, soundless but too venomous I got motionless, beheld them approaching my inner-self
An exquisite creation, Standing tall on pillars of trust and emotions, Preserving the inhabitants from gust and commotions. Breathing, sharing, speaking,
Oh! Hurting stones,
Don't check my patience,
I'm too restless.
Don't consider me weak
I am the strongest beak.
Don't treat me as a fragile creature
You are yet mistaken to identify my features.
Don't take me for granted,
I might revolt against any opinion that is slanted.