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snakes-owner
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poet-mrs.anjali denandee , mom
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i am a snakes-owner…..
i catch snakes from here and there….
by my own-hands……..
i am very-expert……
i live in a village-corner…..
to my snakes , i take too-care………
i put , in bamboo-baskets……..
give to these , milk…
all drink it………
on many-ways……
i show the dance of the snakes……..
many people enjoy it………
the crowds give me foods , cloths and also money……..
i am not poor..
by these , i eat..
i dress……
and also i buy my useful-things …
by the money……
one day ……
a doctor says to me ,…………
‘’ if you give me the poison …….
then i shall give you money ‘’ ……..
i agree with him,then…..
at every month…..
he contacts with me……….
and i give him the poison…..
and take money……
he goes back in his city , then…..
we contact , again and again……
after some years…
i become very-rich-woman…….
one -night …..
i give milk ……..
to my snakes…
and at that time…
a snake bites on my right-hand….
i think that …
i shall be dye…..
without any treatment………
yes…by my collection …
of the poison……….
the doctor creates the medicine …
but i can not take it………
i know that….
after some-times………
will stop , my heart-beats…….
yes.it is the reality……
where is my safety ……
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Poet - ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM
“ FOREVER “
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THE SUN GIFTS RAYS……………
THE LOTUS SEES AND SEES THE SUN………….
DAYS AFTER DAYS…………….
THE RAINDROPS DANCE ON IT ,
IT FEELS WITHOUT ANY HEART-BEAT;
BEES ENJOY IT ,
THEY SAY,
WITH SOUNDS ,
“OH ! HOW SWEET ! “
THE FLOWER NOTHING ,SAYS.
UNDER WATER IS,
IT’S ROOT –IN MUDDY- GROUND,
NOBODY SEES ;
GANDERS AND GEESE,
TOUCH IT,
WITH HEART – BEATS ,
CAN FEEL , IT .
AIR LIKES IT,
IT MOVES THEN.
WAVES PULL AND PUSH IT,
IT HAS NO LOSS,
OR NO GAIN .
MOON AND STARS ,
SAYTO IT,
“GOOD EVENING ! “
THEN SMILES IT .
WHEN I PICK IT UP,
AT VERY- EARLY – MORNING,
THEN IT LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS…
NON – STOP…………….
WITH JOY OF SACRIFICE ;
OH ! THE NATURE ! TOO NICE !
THEN, ON IT,
FRESH DROPS OF,
DEW AND DEW AND DEW…
COOL – COOL - COOL , DROPS …DROPS …DROPS …
I OFFER TO THE GODDESS,
THEN PRAYS IT,
“ I COMPLETE ,
MY EARTHLY - LIFE ! LISTEN ! KINDLY !
HI ! THE MOM - HOLY !
NOW , MY LIFE WILL BE THE HEAVENLY;
HEY ! YOU , BLESS ME ,…….BLESS……..BLESS……BLESS…
I WAS WAITING FOR IT ;
IT IS MY PROPER PLACE !
IT IS MY ULTIMATE SUCCESS .
IT IS MY EVER – ADDRESS .
YES ! YES ! YES !.............
ONLY FOR IT ,
I WILL TAKE RE – BIRTH ,
ON THE EARTH,
NEW…NEW …NEW…
AND STAY, ALSO,
EVER – NEW ;
I ADORE YOU ! OH !”
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A FARMER
A farmer is in a village .
24 , years , is his age .
He cultivates under rays .
One day , he meets with a sage .
Then , he says ,
‘ you will be the world famous , in future days ! ‘
Then the farmer becomes surprise !
‘ How is it possible ?
Is it true ? ‘
He thinks too and too……………
Next night , the stars rise .
An old man comes in his farmhouse .
He is too fible !
He gifts to the farmer , a white mouse .
And says , ‘ it is too lucky , really , truely !
Keep it carefully ! ‘
Then he becomes dead .
Then the mouse touches his head .
Why ? the farmer does not know it .
Later , one dawn ,
It is a spring morn ;
The farmer cultivates on his field ……….
He gets from the field ,
A big box , made by gold ;
Too old !
He picks it up , then ;
He breaks it’s lock , then ;
He sees that , in it , here is 3 manuscripts of 3 books ;
The farmer does not know reading ;
So nothing understands ;
Only he looks and looks ………………
Yes , then all are in his hands ;
Later , he reaches in that cortage ,
Where meditates , the old sage ;
Then the farmer shows the papers to the sage ;
And then , the sage is reading and reading…………………
Oh ! the old medical discoveries !
Yes , the medicines of the cancer ;
In 3 manuscripts , here are 3 names of medicines of the cancer .
And also all about , in details……………
He becomes surprise !
Then , he tells ,
To the newspapers ;
All read the all papers……….
Yes , the new stars then arise ;
No death ;
Oh ! then the forcast of the sage , becomes true ;
Oh ! the old faith !
Yes , then the farmer becomes the world famous man !
The whole world , then , becmes his fan ;
All say , ‘ I love you !
Too ……...too ………too ………………………………….’
Then that white lucky mouse says ,
‘ I stay in the cortage of the sage ; ‘
Then the farmer says ,
‘ why ? no ! you stay with me ! dear ! ’
Then the sage says ,
Hey ! from today , we all stay together ; too …… too near ! ‘
From that day , they all stay in a very big , new , palace ;
Yes , yes , yes ,
With bless …………………………………
With success …………………………………………………
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POET-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
Lovely-boat
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My boat;
Float and float…………..
From my throat,
I create and create……………..
Just before sun-set;
The birds return in their nests,
For taking rest;
I am on my lovely-boat;
And see and see all……….
Oh ! the nature ! you are above all !
Again and again,you call and call…………
So I come back on the earth,
And take rebirth;
The life is really beautiful !
But,the soul has no rule;
Anytime from my body,it can go;
And my life can finish;
Oh ! no !
I want from the nature,
The bliss…….bliss…blisss………
Oh !the creature !
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POETESS- mrs . anjali denandee,MOM
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FLYING-DREAMS
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my silver-colour-kite……..
it’s weight is too-light……..
it is shining by the too-bright……….
noon’s sun-light……….
it reaches too-high………
on the sky-colour-sky……..
it likes to fly and fly………………..
the joy of free-air…………
of it ,I take care…………
but , it moves , with the thinking of don’t care…………
it has many dreams…………
but not like me………at sleeping-times………..
at night , I do not move , at that times………
I watch the dreams………….
but it watches the dreams ,
at day……….at moving-times………….
when I hold it’s string…………
then i recite the rhymes………
and also , I sing the songs , I sing and sing………………….
it hears and hears……….
and reaches too- higher –position……….
with great-emotion………………..
then it’s speed becomes too-high……….
and very-fast , it reaches too-high ………
towards the free-open - sky………….
I feel too-happiness in my own mind then………….
with joy of my own-kite ………
from my eyes tears come down then……………
for it’s upper-position…………….too-high………….
when , the dusk comes……..then the sun-light………….
it is not so-bright……………….
in the own-nests …………
the birds come back ,again………….
who went too-high…….
too-far from their own-nests………………
at the dawn…………………..when the sun-light…
it was not so bright……………….
on the west – sky……
the sun takes it’s position……………..
I pull-down it , then…………………
after some times ,it touches my hand………
then , I hold it , with great-emotion……………….
and say , ‘ tomorrow , you shall fly , again……’ ……………….
then we return in our own – house with grand-success…….
grand……….grand….grand……
like the birds-nests …………
it is also our ultimate-address…………………..
then we both take rest…………..
also on the sky of west…….
the success-sun takes rest……………..
but now our position is lowest………
in the close – house , not the open-high-sky……………………..
but here also fly and fly…..
our tomorrow’s dreams…………in our hidden-minds……then……..
yes , these dreams also fly and fly tomorrow , again……………
yes my kite and I am………..DE…………
we love to dreams……..O K ………O K…….
at night and also at day………………..
yiiye……yiiye……..…yiiye…………….
we are yesterday……..today…..and tomorrow…………
next………next….next……….also…………..
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Title of the poem: The rainy season
Poet: Mrs. Anjali Denandi(MOM)
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
Oh! The little-girl! Dear! No tear!
Don’t cry!
Darling! Hi!
I shall gift you, the teddy-bear.
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
The teen-ager! Hey! You, the lady!
Don’t cry! Stay steady, in mind and your own-body!
Aahhaa!..........Tragedy…………….!
You have lost your parent,
In clouds, for aero plane-accident;
………..recent……………
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
Hello! The young! The woman!
Too- sad!........too…….too…………too……….
Nobody can………….
What can you do ?
Now, don’t cry! no tear………….
Just after marriage, of one-year; You have lost your husband, dear;
Forever, for the cancer;
It has no answer…………………
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
The old life;
Once upon a time, then, you were the wife;
The mother;
The grand-mother;
Now your husband is in the heaven;
And your age is 77;
So, your daughter in law, son and grandson,
Send you in old age home; so, you, don’t cry !
Don’t feel alone! All are your own;
………..yet, they have no tear !.........shy………But, you try to understand! Try...try…try…………
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
Your duty is creation……With great-emotion!...........Without any reason,
You gift the lives on the earth;
The new-lives take birth.
Green-trees are too-happy, for you!
They say, we love you, too….too….too…………!’
Name: Mrs Anjali De Nandi(MOM)
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COPYRIGHT-POETESS MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
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MY MADNESS
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I run behind of a fox at the evening in the forest , alone…………..
then it enters in it’s shelter…………..
I can not see it then…………………
I stop then…………..
stand near of it’s shelter……………
and I shout then,like it’s tone……..
yes,it’s tone is my wellknown…………
hook – ka – hooya……………hook-ka-hooya…………hook-ka-hooya………..
after some tones, I stop , then………….
and watch the evening star………….
later , also the north star………………..
then run , alone,again……………
why , I do not know it , why,why,why?………………….
I watch then………….
some owls and bats fly and fly……………..
above of my head……………
then the moon is also on the above sky…………..
it gifts it’s free-light on my open-head……………….
then I say to all,’hi ! good evening !’……………
but they do not say me,’good evening’……….
why ? then I think and think……….
then all stars blink and blink………………
and I come back in my own shelter…………..
when return,then my mom says,……..
‘ I watch you, that, for somedays ,……………….
you are moving , at night ?
do you know the time ? now, it is p.m. 8 ................
why are you so late ?.................
now stand up on one leg ,yes, must on the right ,……………….
and hold own both ears by own both hands,………………….
on the open yard……………..
on the green-grassy- land ‘ …………………
then I stand up and enjoy the nice moon- rays…………
behind of me there stands our night-guard…………….
he nothing says ; ……………………
but inside of my shelter ,………
claps and claps , my little brother,then…………
after 15 minutes,my mom says,……
‘come inside,now,and wash own legs and hands’…………………….
I enter inside then………….
and hold my brother’s both ears by my own both hands…………..
and laugh very loudly……..
then he shouts too-loudly…………….
then my mom says loudly,……………………
’wash,your face,legs and hands , …………
go to wash room,quickly , now,go’………….
at this moment , her mobile rings………
krings…..krings…..krings……………..
and she says,’hello ! ‘ ……………….
yes, then I do not go to the wash room and again,………
I hold my brother’s ears……………
and come down his tears…………….
like the rain , ………………….
and then ………..
I laugh loudly………………
very proudly…………………
but mom can not say anything , then…………….
yes,she talks then……………………….
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1. THE STORM
COPYRIGHT-POETESS-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
The storm - from where, it comes
Why - comes, it ? Where, it goes ?
When - it came first ?
Forever it goes and comes
Has it any good effect ? Who knows ?
Destroy ! Just destroy ! Just- ! Must !
The nature becomes calm -
All know - it is the before stage of storm !
Oh! Fear ! The nest thinks - on the tree palm !
The storm has no own form ;
Yet - it has very strong action !
Which can break the mother's emotion !
Lives become hopeless by it !
Forever It can stop the heart beat !
Branches never come back as alive !
The buds and baby-birds never come back !
But the storm returns again and again ...!
Bee-eggs never come back -
But after storm - again bees build the hive !
Though trees feel pain -
Yet - branches , buds come back again !
The new branches , buds , baby-birds , eggs -
Take place on the empty places -
The new nests become happy again !
Cont’d
But no kindness of the storm's invisible legs ,
These always break the sweet dreams !
For these bad works - the storm feels the happiness !
To the storm - who blesses ? ! -
Try - in minds - for own love placings !
Oh ! The storm ! What do you mean ? ! -
Now - find and think about blessings !
Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! - - -
Be the well wisher of the nature ! Please !
Not destroys - creations are the lives - keys !
In front good works - down your knees !
Know - follow - who is your creator ? Who is ---
2. AN AIRY AFTERNOON
COPYRIGHT-POETESS- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
In an airy afternoon-
I float by my little boat, on river-
Smiles, on sky, the silent moon-
I gift it my loving-look, from very far!
Waves touch my feet, which are naked;
These waves are too busy-
These never come back!
Some very little children, they are naked,
They enjoy around my boat, I see and see---
And eat pop-corn from my jute's sack;
Fishes are seen sometimes on open air-
Again hide in deep water;
My white sail- is in joy of freedom!
I reach very far from my little home!
My pets, my dog and my talking parrot,
Freely walk on my happy boat;
I call,"Hey! Children! Come here!
Yes! Please! Stand on my side;"
They do, like my speech!
Then go and on a big horse, they ride!
Which stands on bank, without speech!
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