Radhamani Sarma

It is not God’s Land, any more,
much is submerged, ancient is gone,
Good old days are buried alive.
I swim on the seemingly
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There is newness in every stale thing.

‘’The old order changeth yielding place to new’’.
There is newness in every stale thing
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A jumper I wore,
for I was going to London.
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A hoary moment of isolation and despair
takes you for a walk in the wilderness,
saggy, almost falling leaves,
driven out of their privileged homes,
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In my not peremptory home garden,
Which is not Garden of Eden,
Neither is it a den of thistles,
No piled up garbages, yet garnished
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Those vile, crazy in the
grip of battle guns, exchange
their prowess.
The city is in the grip of
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I am nobody! who are you?
I am insignificant speck,
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I was a dead wood
drifting along the spooky path
of maze and intrigues,
the scary foam of waves surge
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dancing with you.Decked by the
frills of wavy, white,
gauzy garment, your pride,
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Calmness endures.
The puff of steam
hurriedly go, stay and settle
on the green coloured
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As the cute tabby cat stole
Out of the lobby, surreptiously,
the other inmates fast asleep,
Its moving paws silenced and
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A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.

Autumn’s crude chill already
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I imagine a plastic egg
On my table mahogany,
dip my brush in gentle blue,
Embellish strokes of painting,
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It is not Biblical Fall
Of Seduction after a
Plump, forbidden fruit,
Nor is it a headlong fall
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There is a Black pal, my
Visitor regular, cool and calm.
In my balcony, its abode of
Grain or rain, it visits my
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What violets or myrtles,
with scented rose and colours
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A Take or remake on Milton’s On His Blindness.
(But not in the form of a sonnet.

When I consider how my life is spent
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I am coagulated beyond limit,
break the barricade.
I wear the accelerated Wings,
The flapping and craving
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Six long hours of wait and sit,
In the now and then crowded
Platform, cold as shreds of
Creepiness that might capture you.
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She bounteously blows
on the transcient, uncared for,
Slender bunch Of
Grass and steep;
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