Om Chawla Poems

Wherefore do thou pride in figure
decay and perish is universal
all the forms whatever their nature
self destruct in course of time.
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As is wont with all beings,
I foresee
a dark cloud descend on me,
to free this soul
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Caught in the whirl of apprehensions
When sleep refused to cast its sway
Wandering aimlessly in the predawn night
I came to the sea side walkway.
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Blossoming out of a folded posture
Slowly rising in a languid motion
On tiptoes rose a beauteous figure
Charming elegant a ballet dancer.
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New dawn awaits across the night,
A year in the meanwhile has slipped by.
For some a year of grief, travail and tribulation,
For others, of sweet and rapturous exhilaration.
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Strange is the world stranger human ways
A sea of humanity in torrent of a race;
Where lame and healthy are all in chase:
Tottering or stumbling they all run
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In the predawn hazy hour
Languid blossoming of a flower
Like an infant from sleep awoken
Stretching in a languorous yawn
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Beauty charm elegance grace
Like water in the desert dissipate
All is transient all do fade.
Flimsy passions do they raise.
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A small room in the ward number four
A grave like home to the pulsating corpse:
For forty two years she lay there
With stifled shriek stuck in the throat.
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Stepping out of a tavern in tipsy state
Past midnight, half conscious and half in daze,
Strugglingtofindsomespace
He staggered along the pavement by the road;
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