Long Delhi Poems

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony,...

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When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes
 as bangles dangle from their slender wrists.

When I think...

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You were primarily a spiritualist, 
But circumstances made you a noble warrior:
Your father, Guru Teg Bahadur,  
was treacherously beheaded.
You had to contend invaders from the Western frontier
And ward off repeated imperialist incursions from the...

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Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears no armour    gasmask
				pail within squat thighs
					nor bloodless...

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A Song If this is My Country..

This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song...

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Born after freedom; I witnessed 
The 25th year Independence Day celebration
The Silver Jubilee; the country was underdeveloped,
Yet there was jubilation, happiness all over

Years went by: I grew bigger
I witnessed the 50th too:The Golden Jubilee
The country...

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Born after freedom; I witnessed 
The 25th year Independence Day celebration
The Silver Jubilee; the country was underdeveloped,
Yet there was jubilation, happiness all over

Years went by: I grew bigger
I witnessed the 50th too:The Golden Jubilee
The country...

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RED

               Red light :                 Red...

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Spacious space I would like 
To have in the space unique
Where none comes to disturb
And never do I will be perturb(ed)
Space travel being my penchant
I do it using my talent latent
Space education and space mining
I...

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Friends , I present to you a slice of History about the ancient Greek scientist and 
mathematician Archimedes , who ran naked across the street
of Syracuse , in his birthday suit, after he discovered the...

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This poem is dedicated to 
A young lady, 23 years old raped by gang in Delhi in India and died on the 13th day of her victimization. She sacrificed her life for change.

over the centuries...

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You are the light bearer
And I am the light seeker
Your radiant thoughts flourish and fall
As shower of blessings on us all
Tides of love created by you
Immerse all – make our lives anew
Man is mortal, but...

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Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects

G.. is Akbar!

Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant...

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While writing about the History of Jazz Music in verse , I got the idea for composing this 
fictitious poem ! I hope the readers will like it ! 


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single become infinite
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copyright-poetess-mrs. anjali denandee, mom
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once upon a time...........
then i was a single dew drop.........
then i thought , that .........
i am very humble.........
yes........i finish me.......
by the too hot sun heat............
and i never came back...............
but at...

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A Shining Afterglow

we have rambled together
        along the Ganges river
	just you and me
	gazing at each other
we have trodden together
       	the streets of...

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19 million people, waking up in the morning,
going about their lives, from one corner to 
another, jumping on one route and reaching
another. Delhi, you beautiful beautiful city, 
I hear you carry, within, a soul so...

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ARE YOU REALLY A HUMAN?? 
? SHREYASH MUKHERJEE 
 
I don’t know why they didn’t allow me to breathe (George Floyd), 
I don’t know why they harassed me & no one was to defeat (Joseph),
I...

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Diwali- yes, you are right!
That is a day when both of us didn’t fight,
We went to the nearby Dabbu's store to buy sweets and lights
And decorate rangoli’s with pinks, yellows, oranges, and whites.
Today, I see...

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I'm not a sinner; by bar-dancing I earn my living,
Pennies of my labor I gather, to God, thanksgiving;
Cloths meager; body a leafless bloom; yet, I have morals,
In feeding the stomachs wait for me, lies all...

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This poem is dedicated to an Innocent murdered modeller Jesica Lall, She was 
shot dead in the gathering of four hundreds in a hotel in Delhi. Seven years 
proceeding, Indian Court freed her killers because...

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Dear Friends , Last year end , while reading about the Red Indian Tribes of America , I got 
inspired to write this simple poem about the 
Dream Catcher ! Hope you like it .

THE...

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Poet,anjali denandi,mom
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My successs





i do not know many words.
i did not win many awards.
yet, i am a poet;
i create and create.........
yes, i donate and donate.........
i never earn.
oh ! don't think it, fun !
yes, i have many...

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It was my first journey by train all alone. When dropped at the station by my cousin, I saw a huge crowd waiting at the station. Like a drop in the ocean, I quickly merged...

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Delhi seems  closer than it was last time. 
After a tea with GST, 
on to a backstreet  of Varanasi, 

Untouched by authority; 
ignored more by memory 
than darkened by amnesia.  

A huge...

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