Long Sarees Poems

still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Vasava
An untold story 		                        Part 05/Many


The King and the common man, 
Both...

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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,...

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Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
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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...

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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...

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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...

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An aunt of mine
cheerful and cherubic
 holds no grudge against anyone,
 altogether she  is a  noble soul.

 obese, extraordinarily 
 huge, short, blunt,  
  a  moving bag of flesh,

She walks,...

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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...

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Look at the colors of us, in this place called United States.
See the many kinds of us. 
Hear the beauty in our tongues.
Watch the wind kissed sarees and the pride of Kinte cloth.
Under the eagle...

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In the state known as the Land of the Kings 
Is the city I belong to , the city my heart is within 
Where royalty and regalty is in the air
Tales of Bravery and Heroism...

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I asked my wife, what is the purpose of the married life,
She answers philosophically, " The goal is to turn Mr. Wrong into Mr. Right".

I asked my wife, why you need so many dresses and...

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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...

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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,...

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