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Hemant Bawankar

☆ Respect  ☆

I’m not

as you are thinking.

You have seen

my body;

the dress of soul!

 

Don’t respect me

my body

the dress of soul.

Try to search

another side of the wall

hanging between

dress and soul.

 

If you succeed

then

I will respect you

else

you disrespect me.

 

© Hemant Bawankar, Pune

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Fear”.  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 27☆

☆ Fear ☆

I hear her shower

A million pricking words

All carefully aimed at me

From the bow of her heart-

Some pass on

From across my ears

Without spilling a single drop

Of my thin red blood,

Some pierce me

In my supple chest

Going deeply through my heart

While the others

Remain in its chamber

Like slow poison,

Killing me little by little!

 

I don’t retaliate

For I can’t see blood;

I silently let the hurt come out

Through the waterfall of my eyes.

Still unsatisfied,

She tries to knock me down.

 

I simply get up

And smile like a child,

Seeing me unaffected,

She goes back,

Hurt and defeated.

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager,Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Destiny”.  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 26☆

☆ Destiny ☆

Destiny does its deathly dance-

We remain but a slave in front of the master,

While it secretly rejoices!

 

Karna, the man with kavach and kundal,

Was the best trained, equipped,

As a warrior.

With Sun God as his father,

Well trained by Parshurama,

Possessing Indrastra,

He appeared invincible.

 

But when destiny decided to destroy him,

He gave his kavach and kundal inalms,

Indrastra got used for killing Ghatotkacha,

His chariot got stuck in the mud due to a curse

Of one of his earlier lives,

He couldn’t use Brahmastra

Since he forgot its handling due to another curse

And was killed by Arjuna, despite his requesting Krishna

To halt the war.

 

Feeble we are,

Helpless we remain in front of destiny;

Efforts to train, inspire, prepare,

Are all futile!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager,Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Death”.  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 25☆

☆  Death ☆

 

I’ve lived on the fence

Many-a-times

And also taken occasional plunges

Into the deep seas.

Yes, I’ve died

Not once,

But several times.

 

Whoever says

That there is no rebirth

Is wrong;

I am good specimen

Of enormous number

Of rebirths!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager,Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Deadends”.  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 24☆

☆  Deadends ☆

 

Imagination,

A master craftsmen, painter and sculptor

All rolled into one,

Morosely paints scenes of dead ends,

Carefully crafts the finishing line

And sculpts your illusion

That sulks dejectedly and tearfully.

 

You believe in the obscure fantasy

You shudder in the make-believe pains,

You cry and wail,

And are ready to give up.

 

What is often required

Is just a little courage

To actually walk the road!

Dead ends will always be there,

But within you lights a lamp

Which shall make you push and shove

All the endings,

Transforming them

Into new beginnings!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager,Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “Darkness ”.  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 23☆

☆  Darkness ☆

Imagine

When the trumpeting rains have shoved away

The vivacity of the branches of the trees

And they are gloomy,

When the sun refuses to show its face

The whole day along

And you terribly miss its beam,

When the footsteps of the darkness

That wraps the night

Are heard earlier than usual,

When you’ve had a hard day,

And someone smiles and asks,

“How are you?”

 

Just those three simple words,

Set forth a cycle of cheerfulness;

You begin to see the bright stars

And the darkness of the night vanishes

As if it was never there,

The splendid sun inside your soul

Gets ignited, burns amber,

And you are jovial,

From the branches of the trees,

Tiny leaves begin to sprout

Bringing the enthusiasm of your life back…

 

Tender love, care and fondness,

Can always rejuvenate you;

But then,

Why wait for others to ask you your well-being?

Why not let that splendid sun inside your soul

Be so glowing

That darkness thinks twice before touching you!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager,Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “A Martyr’s Son”.  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

 

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 19☆

☆  A Martyr’s Son ☆

 

My father’s voice, so full of vivacity!

A voice I love and adore!

It’s lost forever in the valleys of Kashmir-

Alas! That voice would be heard no more!

 

Born to a soldier, a patriot by choice,

A person who rowed the nation’s oar!

The voice that told me about Bose, Nehru and Gandhi,

Alas! That voice would be heard no more!

 

I am only four, not even young enough

To wipe the tears that my mother’s eyes wore;

Silenced by the bullets, his voice was massacred,

Alas! That voice would be heard no more!

 

Proud I am of your sacrifice papa!

Stories of your valour galore!

One day I shall become your voice papa!

And then, you will be heard once more!

 

The enemies may try their best to wound us,

But for every soldier killed, there will be four!

The sacrifice of the martyrs shall not go in vain

And, one day, my flag shall fly and soar!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is Executive Director (Systems) Mahametro, Pune. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem “The Poetry”.)

☆ Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 19☆

☆  The Poetry ☆

 

Poetry should be loved forever,

And to keep loving it,

You have to keep it

In the chambers of your fragile heart.

 

If you throw it out

And still expect it to love you,

You are in a world of illusion.

 

Hoping that it will adjust

To its new surroundings

Outside your heart,

Is a misapprehension.

 

Love is its forte

And it shall keep loving you,

But it shall

Neither knock at your door,

Nor even be visible to your naked eyes.

 

One day,

When you shall finally understand

How much did the poetry love you,

You will miss its benign presence,

You will yearn for it to come back,

You will crave to hold its hands,

You will long to clasp it in your warm embrace;

But it won’t return.

 

After all,

Poetry is a butterfly

And its wings are fragile.

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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