Short Bole Poems
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Meri payari chilam
Dekh dhek hari nas badey jo payas meri choom kar hoyt laal dehk punyatama bahang ka ras tambakoo ki kushbu ragad ka atama yaad aaie meri chilam joad kar ganja agani ki tej aanch khicu kuch kash du mukti jo bole bole naath muje.......
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
I think it will last for long
The big bubbles that seem so strong
They made me cling to the way that’s wrong
And at last let loose bitter streams and sour songs
The slitters of the serpent scare my soul
Could it be the delusion of a broken bole?
Prepared to humble the grandeur of my goal,
I will not bow to the illusions about my redeemed role.
Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
Rich red Mars,
Porch guitars,
Wild chatter,
Lavender,
Limpid moon,
Cry of loon,
Starry park,
Plum hued dark,
Hued flora,
Scent aura,
Teal ducks quack,
Love is back!
Grassy knoll,
Dreams unfold.
Om namh shivay
Paal paal leyta mai sansey maa tere dhakan ki awaz par
Dhayan mai dhayan lage jisme ho bas devi apki awaz
Na raaza aaye koi kila na koi
Mandir bas intazar karti ho shamsano mai
Roz ogey jo sooraj garibo ka bharthi ho peyt kripa may daya bahva onkey mathey par
Shis dhery jo kar mahanant aagey badey
Bas ek vinti mere door hi shai kanth par sadah rhey om bole.
Om. Maa
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
Stiff pleated fronds in concert rise
to wax under the April sun
and trill their canticles begun
in verses jade that they comprise.
Chartreuse of thorny branches splay
a tumult to belie the grace
that on display they interlace
like rose stems on a breezeless day.
Atop the thatched denuded bole
gush fountains cast in cardamom,
an opalescent diadem
that glistens on the mossy knoll.
In thus exuberant array
do cloistered peacocks mime ballet.
1/20/18
i wished to plant the seedlings of black tupelo
shumard oak, sugar maple, biloba-ginkgo
for its reddish yellowish beauty on the meadow
For its dance on the air with the wind blow
green all were lured to my eyes
but now on the midcourse of the fly
from its bole by death dry and cleave
autumn birds hovering on the air
trying to catch falling leaves
while children gambol on colorful litter-leaves on the soil
before the wind push it far and make all spoil
Om kaar
Identification off my soul is I
You are into the music with a meltification notes your bum bole your blessings are taken by sin
You are far away from arrogance and kill the formalities refrain to search his cilam as a parayness
You sprect Shiva (a) you dance with your friends on your dead body
You are ten dik avatars hey bole bum bole I my self feel that I am your ansha Sristrikarta vaibhav vilas
Har Har mahade
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri