prasanna kumari

prasanna kumari Poems

Am waiting for you, my son
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SMILE-ONCE MORE

smile caressing your lips
fondles my body in bliss
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The lost smile

a magic smile as a reverie
Oh! a life full of revelry
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4.

Blurred letters…
Drenched in my tears are my poems
The tears washed away other things too….
The chill of pearl -diving in the summer
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a song oozing out of the myrtle leaves
mystifies the path
with a song within a song
the jasmine holding many a breath
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A lesson on ‘Grass’ I teach
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As I walked along the path
Crushing grass under with wrath
That wanted to whisper sounds
Left unsaid beyond bounds
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Tired of bloodshed and battle
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Fifty suns and fifty moons
on my birthday stealthily passed
fifty clouds and thunder more
fifty lightning and my tears
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To the hilltop

led by the sound of sunlight drawing pictures
urged by time
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Cactus and the Desert

the cactus conspiring with sweet darkness
to weave the story of the deserted minds
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13.

old age is young age
under red red flame of forest
life not a wastage
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14.

The mother sitting on the rubble haunts me to doom
A child in her lap sucking the dried-up breast fills my eyes to gloom
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He sings
She sings
They both sing
and...
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A mother’s heart is always a mother’s heart
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Standing on a pack of uncertainty
he stares at me with a radiant smile
he leaves the wind to wander
and the tears to dry
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18.

I loved you once, you took me in
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People on my left and right
Laughing with all mirth and might
Leave in me a life delight
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Drowning my sorrows in the ocean
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The Best Poem Of prasanna kumari

(un) Beaten

Am waiting for you, my son
Between us time seems to stand still
I might have failed you, my son
Failed in transmitting love to fill

Once did tears stand like pearls
In my eyes, tenderness beamed
In my dreamy face(eyes) , a girl’s
Mirage, as wife, I a failure deemed

My mother, one for one and truly loveable
Suffering untold pain in life-giving joy
Gone now, but not gone her lullaby’s warble
I admit, ma, I am a beaten toy

My God, tender and kind, turned
His loving eyes towards me
I missed a beat, not responded
I feel a sense of failure deep within me

A teacher I am now, by chances strange
To kindle the spark of quest in you
Nay, shaped you not a burning flame-orange
Curse me not, my child, I am beaten like you

Sculptures I made with the clay of love
They turned out ugly or broke altogether
The sanctum sanctorum has no idol of love
Where I stand with my hands folded together
Offering tears of a beaten soul

Like the ripples of a smooth-flowing stream
My poems and myself have gone so far
Couldn’t you find your sweet day-dream
Reflect in my fancy’s silver-mirror for ever

Don’t you hear my silent songs
My sorrows are your sorrows too
My poems sing best of your pangs
As a poet I am not beaten true

prasanna kumari Comments

Nassy Fesharaki 26 February 2014

Very nice, soft and sweet.

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Isaac Ray 02 February 2007

Some of your works are really great as well. =] thank you for the comments on some of my older works. I appreciate it a lot. =] bye bye

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Risha : Ahmed 28 September 2006

This poem is beautiful, just fantastic.

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