ratnaprabha raykar Poems

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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Me, in my morning rush hour

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

steeling myself for a situation grave...
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