Where
WHERE ?
POET- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
we awake, never.
we are always sleeping.
ignorance means asleep.
wisdom means arising.
where are these ?
tell, please !
we are ever-sleepers..........
haa,haa,haa,we are very careful sleep-keepers.
can we change ?
are these not strange?
why are we not careful about our own purpose of birth ?
is not valuable, the living - earth ?
yes, it is for lives.
for arising of KULOKUNDOLINI
let, try and try...........
why ? later, shall know.....
powers are anywhere.
let, accept these !
and be the ever new , in the universe.
yes, powers are also among us.
please, do not sleep without need !
kindly, lead the whole BROMBHO, let, lead........!.......
we can,
because, we are the humans
the greatest creature
poet- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
(childhood)
childhood,
good,good,good!...
from lap, take food.
mind is just like sandalwood.
mom,mom,mom...
she is only one child's wisdom.
sleep,sleep,sleep...
oh!too deep !...
play,play,play...
at night and also at day...
times are not maters.
parent is patters.
who know the life of later ?
yes,the future is the waiter...
yes, the childhood is better.
very nice the eyes,weter...
when mom is far,
from the child,for works for his or her.
yes, above all child's smile,
without any tooth of mouth.
oh ! without any stile...
just like open air of south...
but the childhood is not for ever.
no,never.
age will go ahead...
it is always said,
by the life, " i am the childhood,
i never come back in any life,
second time,yes.
remember.
oh! it is the rule of the nature.
go,go,go to the future..."
........................
mom's new word " weter "
poet- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
WINTER
....................
winter, comes again and again.....
why, is it so cool ?! i feel pain.
i can not like it.
oh ! why, the spring is not forever ?!
yes, says my every heart-beat.
winter, oh! no. never !
then laughs the nature...
says, " watch the past,
watch the future !
all seasons are must."
then my brain says," fool !
don't care the cool !"
then i disobey the winter's rule.
and then my feelings say,
"o.k. "
then i dance.
and say my fans,
"oh! the winter,
you are the lover !
you gift us our love !
yes, mom, the loving dancer."
then i laugh...
and in my hands,
here is a winner-cup.
success,grand !
and i say again,
"oh! the winter !
i love you !"
again and again...
i want to see you !...
yes, you are ever-new !...
Copyright © Anjali Denandee | Year Posted 2016
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