Renu Beri

Rookie (June 13 / Punjab, India)

Renu Beri Poems

1. The Life History Of The Little Flower 9/27/2012
2. Born At Death 9/28/2012
3. A Mother's Fear 9/28/2012
4. My Head Bent Low And My Eyes Filled With Tears 9/28/2012
5. The Late Awakening 12/4/2012
6. The Year 2113 12/4/2012
7. The Tail 12/8/2012
8. Stealthily I Put My Foot-- 12/9/2012
9. A New Start 12/13/2012
10. A Yellow Butterfly 12/13/2012
11. A Humble Leaf 12/14/2012
12. Homecoming 12/14/2012
13. A Picture 12/14/2012
14. Tapka 12/19/2012
15. The Lonely Tree 12/19/2012
16. The Bangle Seller 12/19/2012
17. The Legacy 12/20/2012
18. Shock Treatment 12/20/2012
19. Says Life To Death 12/21/2012
20. The Decision 12/9/2012
21. The Walking Dead 12/10/2012
22. The Universal Goal 12/10/2012
23. The 'Off' Button 12/11/2012
24. An Enexpected Evening 12/21/2012
25. My School 12/21/2012
26. Isolation 12/23/2012
27. The Flowers Of St.- 12/23/2012
28. Do Yow Want To Be The Person She Was? 12/23/2012
29. A Picture Painted On The Cluttered Canvas Of My Mind 5/11/2013
30. As I Lay-- 12/9/2012
31. A Beautiful Life 12/11/2012
32. A Message For Men Having Wicked Thoughts 5/11/2013
33. Little Birdie 12/21/2012
Best Poem of Renu Beri

Little Birdie

Little birdie in the sky,
Fly, dear birdie, fly.
Fly left and fly right,
In and out of my sight,
Fly up and fly down,
Or sometimes wheel around.

Little birdie in the sky,
Fly, pretty birdie, fly,
High above the mountain ring,
I can see the birdie king,
A low dive, a high soar,
Sometimes, I see a lot more.

Little birdie, I am too,
A baby birdie, just like you,
Jumping up and hopping down,
At times dancing around,
Can you, dear friend, see me too,
Happy and blessed, just like you.

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Born At Death

‘Born at death! ' Hark! the piercing cry of freedom.
Emancipation from the restrictive bonds of the womb of life,
A devious, dark hole of exhausting responsibilities,
Social arrogance and moral instability.
Man, an innocuous, insignificant, weightless thistledown,
Blown in every possible direction of desire,
Driven along the narrow by-lanes of hope,
Carried down the dark, meandering river of destiny,
Panting up the steep, rough hillock of endeavour,

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