MY LOVELY DOLL TRODDEN

I love my lovely doll as I did before,

It is my choice as gifted by grandfather,

I play with it with love to the core,

I love my lovely doll as my friend further.

 

In a pasture, I moved with it, lived with it,

I played with it all kinds of sports in joy.

Especially the hide-and-seek, the sport hit 

My life was like a bird’s, it was like a toy.

 

In my play with it, cow-heard came a day,

My lovely doll was under their feet,

All cows trod it, grazing in that way,

I rushed to it, my friend, for dear treat.

 

I found its pretty nose disfigured in shape,

Its fine body crushed to the fullest,

It got dirtied mainly its saree in drape,

It got misshaped to look the dullest.

 

I could glimpse its beauty and its stature,

Still undercurrent in the hidden flow

My love for it intact to fill me with rapture,

The trodden doll glitters in no diminished glow.

 

My doll’s love for me, my love for my doll 

Its past beauty clings even now in my heart

It echoes the truth of spring to dawn in fall,

Beauty remains though trodden in art.

Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXL (26-Apr-2024) 

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THE PAST CLINGS EVER

Three tributaries merge at the communion,

As the future-present-past to flow in its pace,

Neither over nor low in its relentless race,

Welcoming all-- big and small to its dominion.

 

Like the beams together as moonlight

Like the rays to unite as sunlight to glow

It traverses ever with no weariness on brow,

It is time invincible in its unparallel might.

 

The past clings nonstop to the present as history,

The present follows the future like the shade,

Like the flower in bloom in place of the one to fade.

There is nothing past, it’s a known mystery,

 

Memoirs in memory are fresh to be lurking,

Like the seed to preserve the tree in its tiny stature,

With the sprout at its heart looking into the future,

With its brand and breed, alive and kicking.

 

There is no fruit of the future, with no flower,

In the present, with no bud of the past in succession

It is the lovely process inevitable in lively progression,

Time in the motion unstoppable conquers all in power.

Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXL (26-Apr-2024) 

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/540#RAJA3

BIRDS BEYOND WORDS

BIRDS BEYOND WORDS

(Ottava Rima Stanzas)

 

I am one with birds to fly in freedom,

I love to sing notes, swinging in my nest,

Enjoying lovely sights from my kingdom,

My empire, my paradise, I feel blest,

Sure to rule not to miss bliss at random,

My choice is to jaunt amid green sheen best,

All feel envy while looking at me smile,

As I am a bird, my life, in bird-style.     

 

I shine in the hues of unfaded glow,

I compete with those of pretty flowers,

To the core, I taste all the fruits mellow,

My senses fain swim in brimming showers,

For onlookers, the most wonderful show,

Who can ascend to reach my joy-towers?

All are busy in their petty circles,

Not in quest of their breaking manacles.

Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXL (26-Apr-2024) 

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/540#RAJA2