Best Sarees Poems

In an Indian home, at break of day,
It is a tender scene, in a timeless way.
A mother's love, a daughter's quest,
In this morning light, they're truly blessed.

On the floor, their space is shared,
With books and notes, they're both prepared.
The young girl's eyes, so full of...

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MY MOTHER’S WHITE SAREE
The cupboard contained white garments,
Pure white sarees with brightness
No colours to dim its brightness
Wondered and worried why always in white sarees
Humble mom, simple mom, educated mom,
Became tragic heroine in her life span
Gave birth to four kids; grew widow at an early age
Felt...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 39 /50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor



When in the nectar pond of her mouth,
My kiss use to take breathe, dear,
Even the pride of the beauties of heaven,
Seems faded before...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three

Note:  I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these ruba’iyat, I deviate from the original Persian medieval model, introduced by Rudaki in Ghazna, in that I do away with...

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Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding...

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If I get all the riches of the world, will win all stress
I'd snatch you away from all of your business
No order, no shipment would draw your attention
Just you and I, none else would exist to create tension
Putting down all of your office files and...

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14: If the soul meets death when Sattva prevails, then it goes to the pure regions of those who are seeking truth.
15: If a man meets death in a state of Rajas, he is reborn amongst those who are bound by their restless activity;and if...

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Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even showed as degraded by the writer publisher Ms. Mayo,
You would...

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Patradoot or The Messenger27 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


The cruel soldiers surrounded her from all sides,
And torn her sarees and even made scratches,
On her body here and there,...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                       finger on trigger ...

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Stepping down from the AC coach
on to the railway platform
A hot wave of salty moist air 
drenches me
On my customary visit
to this city I'm tethered to
by my memories..
She coyly calls herself Chennai
like a new bride renamed
in her husband's home
At heart though she is still Madras
and...

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They copied but we xerox
Our forefathers wrote letters,
Youngsters e-mail
Women were disheveled, disarmed,
Girls model, parlour, potter
Females rinsed,
Eves today mix, swish, swash,
Sagacious scholars counted on fingers,
eggheads now compute them
Birthdays were forgotten,
Today grand celebrations, cheer, spank
Dhotis, kurtas, sarees, blouses prevailed
Now Jeans and Tops , Mobiles and Masterminds
Distance conquered,...

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Vasava
An untold story 		                        Part 05/Many


The King and the common man, 
Both used to enjoy her dance and songs together
And the rich...

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Shakespeare’s Bottom is a weaver,
     Spider is a weaver,
      Weaver bird is a weaver
   Nature and God are interwoven for ever.

  Threads are woven into sarees       ...

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name of a crane
saras - India - sarees
flying past each other

II
friend named Bubbles
or "victory" originally
he alone unchanged in Guateng

III
green pastures, youth, Durban
Bad old good South Africa
those days, parents, gone

IV
at prayer in Lenasia
Gerrie Lubbe, wife Jeanetta Hendrina -
a torch. Pray for healing, rainbows ......

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