I can see the dense,quiet crowd of green
Spreading across the Woods
Lively and glistening
Standing tall and swaying
With centuries of secrets within
I was dragged deeper into the dark
Without knowing what my soul seeks
Completely lost in the lap of nature
Perhaps to comprehend the secrets masked
Though seemed real,it was all,just a dream!!
Sponsored By: Nette Onclaud
Contest title: Poetic Reply Poetry Contest
Date: 03/06/2026
I wielded might. I've found it null and void.
With all my riches, I just get annoyed.
Did I not rest in the lap of grandeur?
Did this yet bless me with rock-hard valour?
I'm able to see a bloom as a bloom.
In marriages of times, I am a bridegroom.
Each scant blade of grass is a Bodhi tree.
With the season's changes, I must be free.
Wellness must spring from optimism and peace.
Boats of my untamed thoughts must be at ease.
I took pleasure, once, in arrow and bow.
Shouldn't I, for my forgiveness, pray now?
"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.
She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.
Time's supposed to take all away;
She teaches all how to accept;
Rise and fall, the night and the day
Pass on, as per the global concept.
I can't breathe, I run, I run
In the lap of Nature;
"There'll be the moon and the sun,"
Tells me the Great Teacher.
Life must, must have turns and bends;
Life gifts us melody;
My frail heart now comprehends
There must be threnody.
The clock strikes four;
I’m never like before;
I’ve learnt to take life’s drink
Up to the lees from the brink;
Multiple layers of joy
Help me sail my humble hoy
In the midst of others;
I found life’s new colours;
The sun is about to wane;
Yes, he will come up again,
Again tomorrow,
Wiping each sorrow.
The “sunny spots of greenery”
Adorn the entire scenery,
Playing hide-and-seek;
Yet, how mild and meek!
Oh! How so mild?
Everything’s so wild
In this savage society,
Where there’s almost no gaiety.
“No sorrow! Have no sorrow!
I’ll come up again tomorrow.”
No sorrow but pure peace
In the lap of natural bliss.
So many sides we learn,
So many outlooks we earn
In life’s fathomless fountain;
Nothing obstructs as a mountain;
When we stay positive,
Without allowing vibes negative,
We can learn, we may earn
Wisdom; life never seems stern.
In a palace of cushions and silky delight,
Lives a cat, all pampered, oh, what a sight!
Spoiled and regal, with a snobbish air,
She lounges on pillows with a feline flair.
Her food served on silver, a gourmet feast,
Tuna and salmon, fit for a beast.
A throne of velvet, a regal seat,
She rules the household with velvety conceit.
The humans bow to her every desire,
A spoiled feline queen, a fluffy empire.
She bats at toys, with disdain in her eyes,
For only the finest will earn her prize.
Oh, the life of a cat, so fabulously grand,
With servants at beckoning, at her command.
Her purrs and meows, a majestic song,
In the lap of luxury, where she belongs.
Yet, in her eyes, a mischievous gleam,
A whisker-twitching, devious scheme.
For a spoiled cat's life, in humor we find,
A kingdom of comfort, a royal feline kind.
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of migrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problems
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known
There is no need for a hug at the end of the night
Because there is no light in our hearts from you
With eyes that are always asleep
At night, your heart dreams of sleep
In the lap of the night, dreams are sleep
Your desire is in the sky
In this overturned tired heart, there is the fire of love
I fly to you every night
In the arms of sleep, I make dreams with you
At night, I get wrapped up in the sound of your gaze
Your eyes shine a light in my heart in the dark
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of migrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problems
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known
Sleepy in the lap of Muses
I saw outside of a dream, the reflection of a Christmas Tree.
Distant and yet so close.
Beyond the glass yet still near.
I saw, its needles of poverty piercing the thick skin of Tory Goblins.
I saw its once pretty coloured lights starved of feed,dimmed into darkness.
I saw a crippled Fairy, rotting and naked slumped into, a damp carboarded shop doorway.
A twelve year famine as a pillow.
I saw stars hanging on shortcord,
their twinkle measured in cash.
I saw coloured candles, meant for joy, instead used to warm broken hearts.
I saw the past years crumble,
cobwebb strewn,tearfull but not happy.
I saw the reflection die, and many eyes closed to care and compassion.
And still the Muses comforted me,
In their Mother like, safe Lap.
December
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By M.K.Dalei
I adore soft sweet cold
that purifies our heart,
It is our holy December
That makes nature smart.
The smoky sky ponders
Inky ocean dances so hard,
The lovely lush green field
Stretches fine it’s branch.
My eyes fly so high
drinking cold tasty nectar,
It is our dear December
that builds a heaven in air.
A tasty purple dream
you can paint if u want,
In a moonbeam blessed night
under cute tender blanket.
Let us plan for a picnic
In the lap of the nature,
Try to Make your days catchy
In this soft velvet December.
I have tied it together,
captured all of it
the good and almost good;
the bad I have
put in a forgetful box.
My collection,
my opus,
my sickness
all of it bundled -
nine yards of nothing much.
I suppose
I defer,
I hope inside
a ticking
moussing heart
somehow
far beyond reason
a book of wayward poems
might emerge
in the lap of a ghostly entity
that once had my name.
In the lap of dawn, as I slept in the melody of the cool breeze,
The countryside started to whistle as she stepped on those petals.
The most elegant figure that shines along with the sun-rays,
Her smile shied the butterflies away; her single glance took the by-passers breath away.
She sang and danced to the melody of the wind,
That fragment of my imagination blew away as I closed my eyes.
I left a sigh and walked past her, hoping to see her again someday.
Let me sleep in the darkness where
no feelings of angst and terror exist
To my mind I sprayed a story mist
of harmony and care
and it slept in the inner waves.
Let me enjoy the pleasure of loneliness
and feel solace in the lap of calmness
and here I could find my wings
spreading above the scorching fire
Let me hinder the ecstasy
of old folks told by
an insane man and place
it inside the devil’s pocket to
attach the known with the unknown
Let me crush the walls and sit
beside the stars
Let me speak to the world and
befriend its creations
Let me bear the sword of love
and slash the evils
Sunrise
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By M. K. Dalei
When crows start sanctifying
the blue bright ether
with their devine words
The sacred sun takes birth
in the lap of east
chanting the hymn of God.
Tying tight the past
in the pillar of previous night
Our hopes start walking
in a brand new morning.
While walking
our road starts perfuming and
All critical nuts become loose
from the tormented threads.
You know
It is your lips
who make sweet tune in flute
Otherwise flute is just
a stick of bamboo.
You just say
What is the value of that
twings straws dusts & muds
If there are no
ants termites birds snakes
and do not render effort
to make their homes.
The melodious tune of flutes
The royal colony of termites
The enthralling nest of birds
The pretty burrow of snakes
Actually these are called
Sunrise of efforts
in the sky of hopes.
When I was kidnapped by demon king Ravan,
Not just me but Ram too was equally broken!
He searched for me day and night,
Took help of everyone in the forest and geared up to fight,
Against the demon who has stolen his dear wife,
with all his might!
Good prevailed over the evil and my Ram brought me back after a wait of so many torturous years!
We became King and Queen of our kingdom Ayodhya!
But our subjects doubted my dignity,
And blamed Ram for loving, trusting and standing by me!
So to keep our love untained, I had to leave him and go to the forest alone again!
Modern people often question the love of Ram for me,
Alleging that he enjoyed a luxurious life giving his pregnant wife an exile!
While only I know it was more difficult for him than me,
To send away a piece of his heart, his soul only to satisfy the doubts of cruel public!
We both suffered pain of separation for years,
And when finally our kids united us,
I decided not to be the queen of the selfish subjects,
So I chose to go back in the lap of mother Earth!
Being Sita is not easy but remember being Ram is also equally difficult!!
-Sudipta
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