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Uma Kapur Poem
Paper is precious
we must be judicious
When we use paper
we must not scatter
bits of paper here and there
It must be used with care.
We write and we learn
it should not be torn or burnt
paper does not come for free
It costs the life of many a tree.
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2015
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Born to the best mom on this beautiful mother earth
I was little luckier then the rest
Simply successful school life
Followed by flourishing fun at college
Getting married to my mate from childhood
Filled my life with love and merriment
Working as a teacher who is favorite of all
Mother to two daughters who are now not too small
My story might seem like a joyride
But trust me, it was full of jolts and jerks
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Date 2/10/2019
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2019
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This Age of Staggered Man
Needs a timely thought
The Invincible Destiny is hovering over head
Why the youth is being wasted
O'er things which are dead?
The invisible burden over the shoulders
Of this feeble 'hollow man' of Eliot
Is too tremendous to tread
Steadily on the Treacherous Terrain
Would all the thinking go in vain?
The heart of a poet is wrenched
With the drastically devastating domain
Of Mindless Mechanism taking over
Before it blasts the Blessings
Would it be checked and harnessed?
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2019
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I was lost, gone on an adventure
But I am sure that I enjoyed myself
truly
Heartily, I met you, like anyone else I
do
Your eyes said it all, you tried hard to
have a ball
You made me laugh, on your jokes
Big and small
I fell in love with your talks
The day spent with you and the
lovely evening walks
All was fun
You made much so many
promises
I was not able to see the truth and
the vices
With you around, I had found me
But now you are nowhere to see
I tried hard and again I
have found me.
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2014
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It's there within
It's not at all unreachable
It's a pleasure within reach
That place with a Music of its own
It's visible with eyes closed
It's audible with ears at rest
It's felt when everything else ceases to be felt
That place with a Music of its own
It's an unconscious effort
It's an unforced willingness
It's a short surrender
That takes you there
That placebwith a music of its own
It's not at all drifting away from where you are
It's not at all longing long to hear the notes
It's very much here and now
That place with a Music of its own
It's you and me
It's we all, the mystics
Who compose the music
Our heart is
That place with a music of its own
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2019
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In the darkness of night, creeps in that very thought
In the silence of space and time, it hovers over my mind
Cuz when there is no other attraction, there is no scope of distraction
It is sure of being attended to
It is sure of being of utmost importance
It finds its way
Hardly is it aware that it is an unwelcome guest
It simply takes away all peace and leaves behind unrest
But then I realize, it's its own zone
Where it comes banging in
Without any prior appointment
And brings me to the verge of moan
Only if, I could be determined enough
To show it the door
So that it couldn't just trespass
And torture me any more
That strength of the inner self
Which makes one endure
Those mystics who know the techniques
One day, I would learn from them for sure.
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2020
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There was a time Pre Corona
And there is the present time of Corona
I wonder if there would ever be any time Post Corona
It seems like it's been ages we went out for fresh air
It's guarded by the Mask
That smell of wet earth, that rose, that lily
That citrus tree with smooth shiny coat
The mask has put a barrier on all
Lest we should fall in trap
That sea beach, that discotheque,
That never ending road
All are deserted and desolate
The night curfew and Lockdown have limited us
Lest we should fall in trap
That happiness we were used to
That 'carefree'ness which was real
Is now synonymous to being cautious
And celebrations which are virtual
All this has saved us
Lest we should fall in trap
Little do we realize
We have fallen into 'The Trap'.
Copyright © Uma Kapur | Year Posted 2021
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