Long Banyan Poems

Amidst the chaos of chalk and dreams deferred,
We ask ourselves, where can we find the spark
In this labyrinth of rote and rigid words?
The burden we bear, a future stark

We've trudged through dusty classrooms, yearning
For wisdom...

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Gates once locked with poverty's rust
now swing on golden hinges
Every child a key-holder:
the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness,
the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics,
wheels spinning stories across threshold stones.
Breakfast...

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Me Pretty Parrot

 
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"Play the audio is in accord with the dramatic monologue," ... by the Poet

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The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about...

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Nine years my leave had spanned
            travelling to my island in the sun.
A native son returning his native land
     ...

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"Look, Grandma! I can see them! You were right! They do steal!" I jumped up and down in all excitement. Grandma grabbed the binoculars from me, pressing it as close as she possibly could to...

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In the winds, old histories tossed, 
To speak of it, freedom that’s lost,
From the hill tops Dostoevsky screams aloud, 
Lost their God indeed, the proud.

Much can’t say but, tis I tell,
Where is this, that conflicts...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles...

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"
Those who  serve others selflessly with love and dedication,
Those who constantly smile through all trials and tribulations,
Those who lead a life of near perfection,
Yet are humble in disposition,
Of God, they are a personification.
Such persons...

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III

Kept out
   kept out he was: muzzled and shut out
from mothering social approval
    and the usual conning courtesies

Kept shut
  Involuting in the hippo-lipped paranoïa
from the darling eyes of his...

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It was in the month of March,evening.                            ...

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My feet is moving but I am standing on the ground, my heart is reeling, and I want to get out of this miserable town; fraudsters and haters all gather around knocking the tambourine and...

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those powerful hands, embodying strength, offering a refuge, 
          the determined voice which carried assurance to fearful souls....
    a banyan tree stretching its...

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13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The heart is lifeless and tears have dried,
My feet are shrinking...

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Sitting here at my desk
Two hundred meters above
I watch the bustle of life below.
The slow moving traffic, the crowd at lunch-time
Pedestrians at the traffic lights
Heavy blue-black glass blocks towering to the skies.
 
In this austere...

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I’ve understood
This annoying lover lockdown won't let me leave free anymore
No, I don't know anything divine; no oracle I have
But I have to say goodbye to the lover of a joke called lockdown

From tomorrow I...

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I waited alone in a lonely spot in the morning,                Under the shade of a huge banyan tree,  ...

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I was like a fallen autumn leaf,
Withering beneath the banyan tree's boughs,
I know you might have forgotten.

The first day of Allahabad,
Now known as Prayagraj,
It marked my first hunger strike,
Within the university campus,
And my trembling hands...

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A weary way-fairer all lost in wood 
One dark night fending for food fell in well— 
Unused and dry— it left him fate to brood, 
But clutched on still to Banyan roots that fell 
Into...

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Is nature an incredible and intelligent teacher?,                            ...

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yogi under the banyan tree
                yogi under the bodhi tree
          ...

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I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world 
where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands.
Rain, like liquid glass,
trickles down the banyan and banana leaves,
the...

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After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.

Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.

I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered...

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Dancing vibrant hues
Blink in shades of blue
Peafowl, A majestic bird
Our nation's pride

Peacock -  Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!

Yellow sturdy physique
On glimpsing him, the forest shrieks
Bright black stripes on body regal
Stands...

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