POEM 3/3

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                                                                Festoons, food and crisp new clothes,                                                                                                 The wisp of incense sticks in the air,                                                                                              The spirit of Pujo is so much and more,                                                                                               Than what mere words can express.

                                                                 It is waking up early in the morning,                                                                                              Without alarms, or staying up all night,                                                                                          It’s excitement galore, ‘anando’ brimming,                                                                                         It is about feeling the adrenaline rush.

                                                    As the marked dates on the calendar come closer,                                                                          The cup of joy brimmeth over, for young and old,                                                                         With festive music blaring, in every street corner,                                                                          And ‘Dhunuchi naach’ happening in all its glory.

                                                          Food stalls emitting lip-smacking aroma,                                                                           Pujo is also about young ones running about the pandal,                                                              Looking at the murti, with equal awe and amazement,                                                                             Preparations begin early, months before.

                                                With shopping, watching the pandal being set up,                                                                              And the murti being sculpted from scratch,                                                                                  It’s not just a ten day fiesta; it is magical stuff,                                                                             It’s a much cherished love, with a year long wait.

                                               It leaves in its trail, myriad memories to hold dear,                                                                                The excitement gives way to reverence,                                                                                     On first glimpse of ‘Ma’ in her deific splendour,                                                                           And then the longing, as the ‘Visarjan’ takes place.

                                                    Even with the immersion of the idol divine,                                                                                            And long, indeed very long after it,                                                                                                 ‘Ma’ lives on in our hearts at all times,                                                                                                   Aasche bauchhor abaar haubey!!

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What have we done!

The planet is choking

Earth’s lungs, The Amazon is burning

Extreme temperatures, ice caps melting

The face of the earth is changing.

Resources are not enough left,

Ground water level is going down

The time, is running out.

Those who were born just yesterday,

And did nothing to cause climate change,

Will also face its consequences

We are all together in this mess

It is now our collective responsibility,

Let’s join hands to fight this calamity.

Every species suffers because of our careless actions,

Let’s not be mute spectators to this mass extinction.

Pick up the garbage which you did not throw

Bid adieu to single-use plastic, say no to straw

Use resources wisely; I don’t even have to say it,

Educate yourself on ways you can do your bit.

Remember, every little step counts,

We must act quick now.

Greta Thunberg is not alone.

We shall all protect our home

Whether 16 or 60 years old,

Together, we can achieve so much more

POEM 1/3

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The Indian flag by Aditi DC

Patriotism in Youth

Today’s youth will shape the future

With their tender hands, this country they will nurture

And help preserve, the country’s legacy & culture. 

Our nation is our family and our responsibility

We must cherish it, with love and gentility.

With the passion to serve and devotion to country’s welfare, 

Patriotism ensures that we look after the nation with care.

Respect for the nation and a sense of belonging,

Keeps countrymen united and in harmonious bonding.

With the desire to stand for one’s nation at all times,

Responsible youths will take the country to great heights. 
I quickly penned down this piece for a project presentation in college and thought it was worth sharing here. Hope you enjoy this photograph and poetry by me.

Got published!

Hello, beautiful people! Elated to announce that my poem, ‘A Girl Lost,’ got selected for publication, out of more than 700 poems by various poets, in the book, ‘The Last Flower of Spring.’ The poetry anthology is marketed by Delhi Poetry Slam and Poem Pajama and is now available on Amazon.in (free shipping). Grab your copy at: http://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn (or search for ‘The Last Flower of Spring‘ on Amazon)💛

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With the author’s copy of ‘The Last Flower of Spring’

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Sister Dear

Finally sharing a poem I wrote for my sister on her birthday, but didn’t consider worthy of publishing then:

Whoever said angels don’t exist, was wrong;

A paragraph cannot contain my feelings, so I wrote you a song.

You’ve blessed many lives since the day you came into this world.

Through your delightful and kind ways, many lives you have turned.

Strong and bold like the mountains, yet tender and pure as a dove;

You give us hope when times get tough.

Cheers on being a great friend, a loving daughter and sister!

You’re one of the finest works of The Creator.

With a heart so warm and smile ever sweet;

You make the whole atmosphere magical, wherever you set feet.

Here’s wishing you a birthday pleasant-

Couldn’t think of anything better, than to remind you of your worth as a present!

The Indian flag by Aditi DC

The Tricolour

India. Bharat. Hindustan.
The land of myriad cultures, faiths, cuisines and lifestyles.
Home to 1.3 billion people, who speak a plethora of tongues and share sundry values and yet, are united by one symbol – the Tiranga. The sense of belongingness – the sharing of a common identity – that arises from seeing the Tricolour flying is what comprises PRIDE. The three stripes embodying our emotions and the Ashok Chakra delineating our stride forward.

Saffron for courage and selflessness, so close to the colour of the blood, of our martyrs. Like the sun setting in Gujarat; or the eternal flame burning at the India Gate, as a constant reminder of those who laid down their lives, for us, while those at the border continue to do so. Weird, as it may seem, it reminds me of the bindi worn by my mother, perhaps attributing to the sacrificial nature of a mother.

White denotes peace and purity. One cannot help but picture the Dove – a universal symbol of peace. From the rice grains of Punjab to the cotton fields of Maharashtra; the Himalayan peaks or the broad smiles – white is more than just a colour.

The Green band signifies prosperity and fertility. The image that comes to mind is that of the green fields that kids run through, the Tea Gardens in Assam, the forests and the vegetative cover on the mountains – the land is embayed in greenery. Subtly hinting at the farmers that toil day in and day out – the men we owe our daily bread to.

The Ashok Chakra- the Wheel of Dharma – portrays motion with regard to virtues. Resembling the vast rivers, or, the one, blue sky we are under, the Chakra has its own sentimental value.

Reciting the school pledge, that began with, “India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters,” every morning; or the rising of the heads in pride on seeing the flag hoisted, while experiencing a rush of emotions, flowing through the body. Leaving whatever work one is doing and standing in attention, when the national anthem starts playing, or the prayers sung in times of crisis of our countrymen. We are all Indian at heart. Gauri, Amy, Zoya or Sukhman. Whether we eat dhoklas, fish, idlis or chhole-bhature; whether we speak Tamil, Assamese, Punjabi or Marwari; whatever socio-cultural, economic, regional, family background we may come from- we are still, at heart, Indians- sons and daughters of the same motherland.

Truly said, then, “Saare Jahan Se Accha, Hindustan Hamara.” My humble salute to the motherland!!

[Image and write up by me.]