ratnaprabha raykar

often swelled with pride did i

patting myself for being a mother perfect
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Demolitioners descend upon me with chisel and crowbars
strike me where I am vulnerable most
They look at me with glee
deciding which part of me is luscious
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Pure White

Pure white I cannot fathom
the multihues you hide within yourself
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Madame Earth beckons Mars,
'' my plight will soon be like yours''
senseless children bent upon
philandering my gifts...air, water, forests
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I gaze in wonder at the luminous moon

so pure, untouched, calm
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The fanatics are but a handful
Let them nothold myriads in a fistful
Let them not desecrate our realms
Let not their tentacles crush us
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I look with awe at worn out gnarled hands of a help

How well have they have served their master!
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Stop! said the divine one,

as I turned to go
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Me, in my morning rush hour

cook scrub and clean
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Dreading the worst, I stepped into my garden

steeling myself for a situation grave...
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note; what would have been Shakespeare's thoughts on today's selfie?
I have made a small attempt to think like the bard

Oh, selfie! who art thou?
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Thoughts...like the errant schoolchild
slither away from the channelled course
on to vistas new and varied
either divine or ignoble
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Stepping into the hall of glitterati
I stand bemused
with whom? with whom do I click pics?
flashing bulbs, clicking shutters
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In the aftermath of Corona....

Life has turned out to be a completed crossword, going backwards
With letters missing in a gradient regularity
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You brouhaha at my allure
Preen over my branches array
Awe over ‘a tree in a tray'
Bringing blooms in Nature, indoor
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Two little twittering twitters

hop in and hop out
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Ramanna, Ramanna...kept saying the maid

in the flat above mine
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I searched in vain for pictures of my Dad

pictures large and small
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i would like to give a very small introduction to the poem This is about avery famous theatre personality arundhati nag who strove very hard to raise a memorial to her husband Shankar Nag who died tragically in an accident, who was a famous filmstar of kannada cinema. I was inspired to write this poem when i watched her on the occassion of the inauguration of Rangashankara her memorial to her husband
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Woman thou art precious
Do not disdain it as something trivial
Defer not its presence
Let not the fear of chemo deter you from disclosure
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