Best Shroff Poems

LOST FRIENDSHIPS (Satis Shroff)



When old friends

Go asunder,

What remains

Are memories,

Of moments

In tranquility.



When world tremble

And words shiver,

When lips vibrate

And nothing comes out

Of your larynx.



Just the uneasy

Breath from your nostrils.

The silence and solitude

That prevails,

When friendships

Have lost their meanings.



Encounters,

Wiedersehen,

Become embarassing.

And words become superfluous.

The old wounds bleed again,

Causing pain,

That come...

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THE GOLDEN SUN (Satis Shroff)



Through the cloudy veil

Appears the golden sun,

Changing the silvery North Sea

To a golden and crimson horizon.

The waves adorned with rich colours

Of yellow, orange blue and brown hues.



A fascinating play of colors,

Unfolding before your eyes.

Even the man-made Buhnen glow.

As you trudge on...

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LIFE IS A COSMIC DANCE (Satis Shroff)

My soul is a passionate dancer.
I hear music where ever I am,
Whatever I do.
I hear the lively rhythm
Beckoning me to dance.
Sometimes it violins and Vienna waltz.
At other times a fiery salsa.
A Punjabi bhangra or a slow fox.

Life is a...

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HABITAT FOR WILD (Satis Shroff)



The flora and fauna

have a hard time

In winter.



The white mantle

Of snow covers

The branches, buds and barks.



The owl loves winter

As it takes in all

Beings that move,

With its keen sight.



The woodpecker knows

Where the larvae and insects

Are hiding.



It's Spring,

The landscape gardeners

Have chopped all the...

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THE SOUL OF A CHILD By Satis Shroff

They called me the ‘harelip monster’ at school,
And the schoolkids kicked me down the stairs.
I’d often come home bruised;
The children of my age called me:
‘Lakhe, the red-faced monster,’
Some even called me ‘Scareface.’
We were poor and my mother prayed...

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A HYMN TO THE SPLENDOR OF THIS WORLD(Satis Shroff)



The sea is calm and a fair moon

Stealthily appears in the sky,

Behind the northern clouds.



The red cliff of Kampen glimmers

Under the light of the dying sun.

And the waves take on yellow, orange, scarlet hues.

The tides still roar...

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The SPLENDOR OF SYLT (Satis Shroff)


SYLT AT DAWN (Satis Shroff)

You hear the waves

As they splash onto the shore.

You haven't opened your eyes,

But you discern the cries of sea gulls,

As you slowly let the sunlight

Into your eyes.



Ah, the reassuring rays caress your face,

As you proceed to...

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THE NORTH SEA (Satis Shroff)


The sea fascinates the artist in you,

It's dramatic setting,

With its ceaseless waves.



Strong winds are pushing

Curly clouds in the vast sky,

The heavy waves roll,

In the bluish-grey seascape,

Emitting a long line of spray,

Above the white froth.



© Satis Shroff. All rights reserved...

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LIFE IS A COSMIC DANCE (Satis Shroff)

My soul is a passionate dancer.
I hear music where ever I am,
Whatever I do.
I hear the lively rhythm
Beckoning me to dance.
Sometimes it violins and Vienna waltz.
At other times a fiery salsa.
A Punjabi bhangra or a slow fox.

Life is a...

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5. APRIL 1945 (Satis Shroff)

Sie trug einen roten Wintermantel
Und hielt einen Gehstock in der Hand.
Gabriela Klein überquerte den Zebrastreifen,
Neben der neue schwarzen Unibibliothek.
Eine Kompanie von Soldaten im Kampfanzug
Kamen von der anderen Straßenseite.
Ihre Schritte verlangsamten und ihr Körper zitterte.
In ihrem Geist, ist sie im April 1945:
Die...

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Erinnerungen (Satis Shroff)

Ich ging in ein Altersheim
Verkleidet als ein Hase,
Mit einer roten Nase.
Ich spielte mit meiner Mundharmonika
Alte Deutsche Lieder für die Mitbewohner.
Manche lächelten,starrten
Und andere applaudierten,
Wie der Jubel kleiner Kinder.
Die alten Melodien riefen Erinnerungen,
Von glücklichen Tagen hervor.
Besonders bei Gästen mit Demenz.
‘Dank’schön!’ sagte eine betagte Dame,
Mit Tränen...

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1. Das Ritual (Satis Shroff)

Eine betagte Dame sitzt auf dem Boden
und spielt ein Tamborin.
Die anderen sitzen im Kreis.
Plötzlich legt sie das Tamborin beiseite,
Steht auf und verläßt den Raum.
Sie lebt in einem Altersheim.
Sie öffnet ihre Zimmertür,
Schaut das Van Gogh Bild an
Und fragt sich:
‘Hängt das Bild gerade...

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A MAGICAL MOMENT (Satis Shroff)



The North Sea grey-green in the from afar,

Gets frothy as the waves approach the shore.

The splendor of colored clouds covering the immense sky.

It's inspired fear to mortals,

It's a revelation to those with hearts,

As seagulls glide over the horizon,

To land near the...

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THE EBB AND FLOW OF REFUGEES (Satis Shroff)



The waves shimmer like silvery fishes,

The sand is bleached by the moonlight,

As you walk holding hands,

Barefeet along the shore.



The waves have left pebbles,

Sea shells, sea weed and crustaceans,

Flotsam and jetsam,

On the sea shore.



And the ebb and flow of...

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Ein kleines Kind (Satis Shroff)

Es war Fasnetzeit,
Der Winter wurde vertrieben.
Die Leute trugen bunte Kleider
Um den Karneval zu feiern.
Isolde war gekleidet als ein Harlekin,
Mit farbenfrohem Kostüm und einer Blume
Auf ihrem Kopf.
Sie sah ein kleines Kind vorbei laufen,
Hob das Kind hoch und umarmte es.
Sie schloß ihre Augen...

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