Short Loincloth Poems

flights of thought suspended
emotions postponed
scintillations unravelled
circular stagnation
levitation time warped

inside the Buddha meets trepidation
loincloth gets looser
scent candles burn blisters
on sandalwood base
fused with a valley of tears

a river flows backwards
in which one cannot swim twice

third time fortunate
he finds middle ground
inspired by expiration
middle way between
desperation and movement...

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Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of  resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.

So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth....

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Loincloth was his dress;
Truth was his address.
Nonviolence was his armor;
A warrior and a perfect charmer.
A man of progress,
And an epitome of success.
He is the ‘Father of our Nation’;
He is our Mahatma!


Note: My tributes to M. K. Gandhi on the occasion of India’s Diamond Jubilee 
         Independence Day Celebrations
                

                     Second Place



To Honor My Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 12-08-2022...

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You come home, sitting on my shoulders.
I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark
before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of
ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped.
In loincloth a truth unravels the mystery of cells. A
warm transparency. You walk around objectively,
returning the gifts to birds, bees and aspens. It
was time not to put up excuses. The wings are tired
and wind was falling.

           Let the dance of nothingness start !


 Satish Verma...

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You come home, sitting on my shoulders.
I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark
before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of
ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped.
In loincloth a truth unravels the mystery of cells. A
warm transparency. You walk around objectively,
returning the gifts to birds, bees and aspens. It
was time not to put up excuses. The wings are tired
and wind was falling.

           Let the dance of nothingness start !


 Satish Verma...

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