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Riya Bangera Poem
It was the season of spring
And the time for the bees to sing
Hey, I'm a small flower bud
Grown in a pot of water flood
And tasty nutritious mud.
Eagerly waiting to bloom
And spread my wonderful perfume.
Id always hear my sister leaves saying,
" There is a lady
Who looks like a fairy
Comes here daily
To pick the flowers which are lovely"
I always feared of separation
And wondered about my next location
Soon came the night of my blossom celebration
Where I was crowned as Miss. Floret for the current generation
With the first ray of sun touching my petals,
And the dew drops glistening like shining metals
The fairy lady came towards me,
Plucked me,
Put me in a basket of new friends.
There I met Tulasi- Who had a look of transcendence
Sooner we were put on something which looked like my far cousin- lotus
When I looked up a bit I saw it wasn't a lotus
It was a person with eyes, nose, feet, everything like lotus
But something more beautiful
This beauty made me blush
And I secretly told Tulasi about my crush
She introduced me to Krishna, the one with lotus feet
And recited few stories which were soo sweet
By then I was stolen out of the lotus feet
And replaced in a black pleat
I tried to run
But then I was captured in a black bun
I wanted to hear more about Krishna and relish
But I was caught in a mesh of hair like a fish
With sadness when I was about to wither,
I heard the chanting and stories of Krishna with a river
With the hearing of these beautiful words
I turned brown like wheat
And wished to be born again as a jasmine to meet the lotus feet ...
Copyright © Riya Bangera | Year Posted 2023
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Riya Bangera Poem
IT' S SCARY....
This world....
The people here look so scary
Their eyes scare me soo much
N some ppl's presence makes me run from that place
Some places are so scary that they make me feel insecure
Some look like lions waiting to pounce
N some like vultures ready to tear u apart
Sometimes its scary to even breathe, as that will notify them about my presence
Their talks sound so harsh
that even 2 hands are'nt enough to cover the ears
Some ppl's intentions are so scary that it makes me flee away from that place
The only place where I feel secure is...,
where your dieties are present
No doubt your omnipresent,
But with my physical eyes, when I look at your lotus like eyes
It makes me cry in happiness
When I look at your beautiful feet
I feel like holding them so tightly,
just the way a child holds on to its mother when it sees a bad dream
When I look at the tilak on your devotee's forehead, it makes me feel home
N when I hear about you, I feel why I have only 2 ears
When I look at you completely,
I see thousands of arms ready to embrace me
N these things make me feel safe n secure
these things make me depend on you more n more
these things make me feel more love to you
these things make me feel that your the only one i can trust on
Copyright © Riya Bangera | Year Posted 2023
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