Uma nair Poems

My feet hurriedly step forth in the notes of spring,
When pressed and starched my sari hums the bell’s tring,
Spring in Delhi puts the spirit of youth in every thing,
The boys faces glance and gleam as poetry and prose fill reams.
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All of nine decades writ large in her wrinkles
Her mind mirrors the past unwilling to dwell
In the geography of the present
The Hazratbal haze of prayer has
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GODS PLAY DICE IN GAZA


The raining of fire
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MY GRANDMA

Soft skin folding
Into wrinkled satin
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PEDDLING JASMINES

I come from the slum
With jasmine,
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RADHA'S GAZE
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Ladies brought
The vastra
A sari, an odhini
Jewels and a crown
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The drum beats disappeared.
Into the damp twilight.
Scenes of idols swaying.
To celestial music rolling.
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Lights illumine
Walls and balconies
Flames mirroring
The delights of Diwali
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Within war's wounds
Strapped to his uniform
Is mom's cream n crimson
Cotton handloom sari
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