A Dramatic Poem

The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar coming through an opening in the bulwark. The deck rises in a series of steps hehind the tiller, and the stern of the ship curves overhead. When the play opens there are four persons upon the deck. Aibric stands by the tiller. Forgael sleeps upon the raised portion of the deck towards the front of the stage. Two Sailors are standing near to the mast, on which a harp is hanging.

Memories Of West Street And Lepke

Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's "hardly passionate Marlborough Street," where even the man scavenging filth in the back alley trash cans, has two children, a beach wagon, a helpmate, and is "a young Republican." I have a nine months' daughter, young enough to be my granddaughter.

For A Favorite Granddaughter

Never love a simple lad, Guard against a wise, Shun a timid youth and sad, Hide from haunted eyes. Never hold your heart in pain For an evil-doer; Never flip it down the lane To a gifted wooer.

Woman In My Dream

My dream was to be a Jane Austen - or a Virginia Woolfe, whose 'stream of consciousness' touched the world, or Kadambari - the muse who inspired the Bard in Bengali Literature. a few fearless women - Debjani, and Gandhari, and Draupadi, from Indian classics, but before anyone else, I want to be the woman who appears in my dream! never went to school, she was not allowed, picked up any paper when sweeping the floor,

A Lullaby For Tasha

The light monsoon rain sings a lullaby so sweet Tasha falls into a slumber and smiles in her dreams. Note: Tasha is my granddaughter, just three months old, born in the furnace-hot Chennai, on her first ever visit to Kerala, The God's Own Country. And it was monsoon season here.

Romeo And Juliet Nowdays May Keep Alive

Romeo and Juliet Loved each other much But for their family's sake, Kept out of touch. Unfulfilled love Day by day grown No life lost in vain Nobody had a grieving big pain.

Grandma's Pearls Of Wisdom

To My Granddaughter... I’ve traveled paths you’ve yet to walk Learned lessons old and new And now this wisdom of my life I’m blessed to share with you Let kindness spread like sunshine Embrace those who are sad Respect their dignity, give them joy And leave them feeling glad

Did The Elephant Fly Or The Rhino Lay Eggs?

I feel sad as sadness could be Cause I'm afraid that one day; I may not be able to say; To my grandchildren, why animals deserted our planet And why all birds fled away I am afraid to give a lie As I would be sorry not to justify How the African elephant had disappeared? And why?

A Lullaby For Her Grandfather

A sequel to my poem 'A Lullaby For Tasha' My little granddaughter, Tasha now a big girl, nine months old. I try to put her to sleep attempting to ‘sing' a lullaby ‘Omanathingal kidavo -nalla komala thaamara poovo oo'

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Slowly wanting to die It always makes me cry Me just wishing to die My entire life makes me cry: '( My family & friends I will forgive them in the end My life is so messed up I can barely keep up From the yelling, to the arguing My ears ache with pain

Together In This Fight

flesh of her flesh bone of her bone what one does so does the other never alone mother and daughter there for each other neither shall suffer this thing alone cancer's a killer

Leaflets From My Life - My Generous Grandpa

A man with overwhelming generosity, Ahead, standing tall, above all mediocrity, Affectionate, kind, full of curiosity, Altruistic, liberal, full of philanthropy, Aglow with warmth of love and empathy. Ah! That was my dear Grandpa! To serve cooked food for the poor, To all the workers who served the family, To give with humility without a shred of pride.

Grandma Is Lost

Dark clouds on the horizon As the family assembled In their ancestral home to Visit their octogenarian Mother An old lady with deep wrinkles Sad eyes and sagging cheeks Seated on a cushioned cane chair She just glared stubbornly at them Holding a spoon firmly in her hand Vehemently refusing to touch the soup

Imagination

Imagination is my granddaughter, She loves me always better. She does often cry, To remain jolly I try. She reads and writes very well, With her mother she does dwell. Sometimes we do make merry,

And Life Goes On

Daily at the crack of dawn He would sit in his armchair Sipping a cup of Cloyingly sweet tea Not to displease His granddaughter Who had prepared it For him it was just Another uneventful day

A Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to everyone who was born on this day, Live and let others live that's what I can say, A happy and prosperous life I pray, My beloved granddaughter was born today, I love this day and one, who was born on this day, My love, well wishes and joys to stay, All pains and sorrows I brutally slay, Smile whole night and smile whole day, Sing and dance how much you may, Enjoy this life as it's nothing but a play,

Reflection

The light that spills through the crack in the door Illumines only her face And my grandmother smiles If only all of life was this easy To only be a child forever With nothing to care about And nothing to lose Every day in the schoolyard There was kickball

Lilly

I saw my mother today under a mystical Coloured rainbow I said I thought you died this day when I was just twentythree

The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters

A Dramatic Poem The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar coming through an opening in the bulwark. The deck rises in a series of steps hehind the tiller, and the stern of the ship curves overhead. When the play opens there are four persons upon the deck. Aibric stands by the tiller. Forgael sleeps upon the raised portion of the deck towards the front of the stage. Two Sailors

Birth Of A Granddaughter

City was disturbed with ethnic violence air was humid and it carried smell of blood weather was hot shouting and warning, "Stay at home, don't go outside." I heard a sweet voice, "I am still innocent, neat and clean like God, I am mighty enough to protect you Grand Pa! Do not come to me, I want to see you running for me jumping like the same jolly splinter rabbit,