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Fastest,Highest and Strongest a moment’s story,
Citius ,Altius ,Forius – a better story of Olympic glory.
Bolt ,Ukhov and Hafez the greatest of achievers
Are only miniature images in the Olympic rings.
March of Athens to London-2012 is over
Yet for another city the torch to twitter;
Track and pace exploring new horizons
Faster,Higher and Stronger as solutions.
The colours of all nations closely intertwine ,
Nations fall ,nations rise,the glories only shine;
Olympics preaches the dignity of participation
Run jump and lift to make life a competition .
Nobody is the strongest only stronger prevails ,
Nobody is the fastest , time better unveils .21.08.2012
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Prafulla Sahu Poem
Where is Neil??
(Written in memory of Neil Armstrong,the first man to step on the moon
who died on 25.08.2012)
Where is Neil? No words from any lips.
Has he gone out side to see his Moon?
I walked outside to ask the Moon
About her first man close to her ribs.
No moon was seen, only tears raining
like August rain;
Pale amidst patch of cloud ,
she wept and wept.
Neil where are you,? So deaf as tear and silence,?
Whom shall I ask?
Carol Knight * in Indian Hill
Or Moon, the beauty in the sky?
‘One small step for man ,One giant leap for mankind’
On the breast of moon you writ;
At first step ,you felt her inch deep shyness ,
Remember ,who made you sing like a poet.?
An hour of love, an era of memory;
Neil and moon whosoever can never forget
Don’t hide, go to kiss the wailing moon.
I wish to see the moon smiling down
Holding Neil in her arms To give a wink….
And soon all will smile back
at such celestial ring.
NOTE-Shortly after the death of Neil ,his family released a statement for those who may ask what they can do to honour Neil,we have a request.Honour his example of service,accomplishment and modesty and next time you walk outside on a clear night and see the moon smiling down at you,think of Neil Armstrong and give him a wink.
* Carol Held Knight- Neil’s wife.
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Prafulla Sahu Poem
NEW GANGA
[Written after the sad demise of Kalpana Chawla & her 6
co-astronauts in a space crash on Feb 1,2003]
The sky is the limit...
Nay, I must travel beyond ;
My name is Kalpana ,
I'm the sprite of imagination.
With the boom of Columbia
Myself kindled to glow like a star
Unfortunately you search me
In Texas debris.
No bones, No blood, No cells
No sign of corporeal remnants
Why do you mourn and condole
When I'm away from funeral pyres??
Amidst the stars, planets and satellites
I live in the breath
Of a New Born Bear*
In the sky stretching from
Karnal*** to Florida.
Fetch if you can
I must descend like the Ganges;**
I would be your New Ganga.
*Refers to great bear constellation
**Refers to the holy river.There is a religious belief in India River Ganga was brought
from heaven by Bhagirathi . River Ganga is regarded as Goddess .
***Refers to birth place of kALPANA in India
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LOVE ON NET
Nigeria’s a jungle though
There’s a fairy
She’s my first love on net
Magamathy.,the sweetest
She must be a bud
Blooming across lush green leaves
I feel the throb of her petals
Rippling like breasts
Black though,shining
Must be a bead of diamond
Makes a priceless necklace
Around my Yahoo page
Her fingers make a sieve
To compose the best words
For a stranger friend
Truly she’s borderless love
She has wings
I need no Air bus
Must she fly to catch me on
As I log on
We row in Chad
Fish in mangroves
Sleep in savannah
Scout along the Adamawa
Bathe at Niger delta
Roam in Abuja
Chat n laugh in Hausa-English
Kiss green and peace
Once a centre of slave trade
Now hers a federal state
She cherishes freedom
Finds humanity ever on line
As I bid good bye
I fly saffron ,green ,white
She kisses hers with crimson lips
A heart in the tricolour, I discover
We fly in air ,live air—
An illimitable life;
Dear, air unseen
Means life seen.
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Prafulla Sahu Poem
Spiritual Globalisation
Bulldoze a temple!
Blast a church!
But can you break or batter
Allah,Krishna and Christ?
Not to be bullied,
Dismembered:
Where there’s a flower
There a shrine
Where there’s a heart
There the scripture
No need to demolish
Every need to construct
A Ram temple in Mecca
A mosque in Vatican
Further a church in Janmabhumi *;
Lay with humanity
Temple mosque and church
To garnish the globe.
*refers to Ramjanmabhumi in Ayodhya, India ,where stands famous temple of LORD RAMA of
Hindus.Adjecent to which stood A MOSQUE ,BABRIMASJI ,unfortunately that mosque was tumbled
by certain religious fanatics.
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Why Dogs Bark
Dora and Gora the twin stood shoulder to shoulder
Gave blood and sweat for each other .
They worshiped mostly God, their father and mother,
Bought an acre of land, and ploughed crops to bear .
They became richer as poor parents grew older ,
Soon got married, brought home new treasure,
Found no time, they ran after money and butter;
Enough money why not two mansions for better.
Named Dora and Gora, parents pushed to corner .
The old hearts shed tear to grow poorer than older
Two sons claimed to serve them better than better
The feud separated the love, grew fiercer and faster.
To take guard of mansions duo, father and mother
Got separated, forgot man and woman if one lover
Ribs broken to join two, broke like wooden batter
Dora fed father, Gora fed mother to make them thinner.
Fence divides brothers, fence makes good neighbor,
Between fence Dora and Gora lived like neighbor;
Treasure neighbor’s envy, women’s pride ever
Leaves, branches and air denied cross the fence higher
The ribs creaked, tears hardened like soil in summer
Cry of the poor was heard no more, died out the lover
Fence killed brother, fence made neighbor;
Bought only enemies to save the fence for ever.
Fought to divide and own the fence thick layer,
How can a fence belong to two, a clash turned fiercer,
Two brothers cut each other’s head in fury and anger
Devoted wives prayed God and fasted without water.
God was pleased to grant bliss as supreme savior,
Said ,’Done’ but done with human life for ever;
Loved to grant them a new name ‘Dog‘ very clever,
Dear to ladies, with a bend end to bark at his brother.
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Prafulla Sahu Poem
Teacher
My teacher
When I bow before u I feel --
I bow before my parents
I kneel before God
And your hands like friends
Soon lift me;
So living and so moving a force
Browsing and exploring me
You compute me
I grow like a computer
From abacus to mainframe
To guard
The space, surface and sea
You are indeed
My
Charles Babbage
Without you
I am a body without soul
Like a monitor without CPU
I bow before you
Bow before you infinitely
Like www.
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Ariel! Rise again to walk n run,
No stump or thorn to ache your paws;
A living room is ready,
Warm arms all set for a hug.
Livia Pereira snuggling into your ears,
Lays you on mattress amid heap of kisses,
Propping up packets of toilet rolls ,
Raquet n Livia together speaking kindness.
Open your eyes to see
Men and animals can be friends,
Shake your golden mane
To dust your distrust on man.
After all we ’re all animals,
One is social, the other communal,
It is evolution that may heal
To make you too social.
Kindness and love a divine touch
That may mend any fatal lacks,
Ariel,rise ,rise to see the sunrise
,Writ with beams of human pats.
Written after viewing a visual on Ariel,the 3 year old lion owned by Raquel Borges,that
was struck down by a viral attack which paralysed its 4 legs.It is under active care of
vet Livia Pereira in her home.
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Death! I ’m afraid if you can trample the thorns of agony
Spread all over my courtyard;
You are bare footed,
Any way, come,
I will give you studs for your boots
And armours, made of my iron ribs to shield you.
My home is a maze of wants
Where witch of poverty screams,
Amid spider webs of blotchy bangles,
Don’t be afraid, my unmarried daughter is ready to guide you in.
My dream is Kumbhakarna,the devouring demon
Having eaten up everything that I had
Throwing thunderbolts from nidrasan
Demanding another head
Don’t fear, my unemployed son is sitting beside him
To greet you .
My God is terrible Shiva with deadly cobras around his neck,
Don’t worry; my wife has tied him in her coarse saree
Surveying Day and night,
She is all set with garlands for you.
My creaking door is a ferocious dog, never chained
Don’t bother I can chain my faith in me to bring you in.
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Prafulla Sahu Poem
ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING
A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW
Shot with grape dark beauty
Perches behind my window –
My love-
Hops to tickle my heart
Skims my dream to chariot
Making me speechless
With her raw silent crop.
With a burr of arrow-tail
She darts through my ears;
Light as thistledown
She roller-skates my vision
Black as coal full of steam
She drives my horizon.
She has no mobile to cheep
Yet more mobile
Than time and speech
She wrights an ornate spot
Like an evening green..
A few minutes’ gaze
At that winged vibes
Holier high than years of youth
Scathed by fire of lips.
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