Another whispering season passes away.
The feeble take shelter under straw roofs.
A Princess is dead
her Prince is a 'person of interest'.
See how she is laid upon the yellowing,
as a jaundiced questioning mark
upon a blighted dance floor?
Do you hear the sad music?
An invisible killer composed it.
The days look in vain for a new tune to sing.
When this ancient legend un-dreams itself
the Princess will resurrect us,
there will be a last minute pardoning;
for an accident is not murder,
just a slaughter to be managed.
Categories:
pavan, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Tantr mantra tantrika
Om buhrva bhuwasvah tasmey ritur varenium brgo devseasy Di mahi diyo yona parchodaya... Shaha
Neelajanm saama bassam Ravi (veer) Putram chaya matadam tavm namami shri shani charaya tavam namami namoo namaha..... Shahaa
Bhudhi heen tanu janikey sumro pavan kumar Baal bhudhi dehou mohu Hare kalesh vikar.... Tathastu
Don't dare to read this...
Categories:
pavan, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
Dear sunset
Glanced at you and I m wondering that I am the one similar to you
Dear Sunshine
Everybody knocks in the morning sunrise Everyone salutes you in the morning sunrise Everybody wants to see you in the morning sunrise.
In the same way, some strangers come to life Or become an important part of our life. They give plenty of fun and show lots of love and affection.
Dear Sun
The one who feels great too see you in the morning sunrise forgets you till the afternoon and ignore you. Why they hate afternoon, the lovers who love you in the morning
Something similar in my life Where strangers remain a part of my life and suddenly they ignore me in life
Dear Sunset
But we said we don't wait for them, we remain silent like your peaceful sunset. The one who hated you in the afternoon again loved you in the sunset. Everyone has loved after leaving
Dear sunset somewhere we both are same
©Written by Pavan Pogul | 2020
Categories:
pavan, courage, love hurts, peace,
Form: Free verse
An almost April falls as if the season
were feeble and elderly already.
It is a Pavan for a dying princess;
see how she is laid upon the yellowing grass
her beauty reflected like icy droplets on Spring stems.
Do you hear the sad music?
Even death has its music,
even the smallest of germs
even the invisible footprints
of a killer virus have a sad music.
We are troubled, for the days look in vain
for a new tune to sing.
When April is in her bright green flood
perhaps the Princess will revive
with fresh blooms in her flaxen hair,
maybe this sad Pavan will learn to dance again?
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The title of this poem is taken from a 16th Century English composers work.
The Princess allusions references obliquely a work by the composer Ravel.
A ‘Pavan’ is a slow, stately court dance of the 1500s and 1600s, usually in duple meter.
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Categories:
pavan, poetry,
Form: Free verse