My love
anjali denandi,mom
oh! my love!
where are you?
oh! my love!
i want to feel you !
pl. come in my mind!, forever!
i shall leave you , never !
it’s not my promise,but i can tell it with my every-beat……….
pl. take seat,
in my soul, forever!
yes, without you, i am incomplete;
pl. make me complete!
oh! my unknown sweet-heart!
be my every-body-part!
you can start,
but you have no end;
now, i send,
oh! my ever-lover,friend!
it is my love-message,
yes,i am sure, that you will receive my love-message;
and, will meet with me!
also, will love me!………..
poet- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
MY DEAR
She gives me eggs -
Black ,are her legs -
Very nice ,is her tail -
It has an eternal power -
she tells me that,yes,she tells…
when i hug to it,
then will not her any heart-beat.
It will become a silver star
I become surprise
oh ! my good luck !
oh ! my dear, duck !
one day, i hug to it
and it becomes a silver star
yes, yes, yes ………!
It becomes the silver star -
I cry and cry -
oh! no,no,no !…
I try and try -
i call, “ oh ! my dear, duck !
please, come back, again ! “
The silver star says then ,
“Spread the petals ,………
of blessing flowers of goddess on me!kindly !
my dear, anjali !
i do it;
yes, again return it’s heart- beats…
Yes ! The duck returns again !
really !…………………
She asks , “Why did you hug to me ? “
I say , “Yes! The most valuable are lives!”
she calls, “Anjali ! Watch me !”
I call her , “Mummy!”
Yes! The life is above all!
At every dawn , she calls ,
“Anjali! Arise ! “
Then the sun does not arise-
arises -the morning-star.
Later the sun arises !
My every feeling then arises.
one day, she gifts me a silver-star
and says,
“when you shall put it on any non-living ,
then that will become an alive.”
i become surprise !
then i ask, “ who are you ?”
she tells, “i am the mom ! “…
i say, “i love you, too !”…
THE STORM
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 !
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 — -
POET: — ANJALI DE NANDI(MOM) T-117 SUKKAR BAZAR ROAD UTTAMNAGAR NEW DELHI-110059
AN AIRY AFTERNOON
In an airy spring 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!
the family
poet- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
in a village,there was a family.
the family was poor.
five members were in the family.
the father was a patient of cancer.
the advance-death was sure;
the mother was a maid-servant.
three sons were in the family.
the father could not earn.
and they had not sufficient money,also ;
so the father could not take medicines also.
the mother worked in that house,
where money was too much;
the person had many coconut-trees;
the person earned by the selling of fruits.
all three sons climbed up on the trees;
and gave fruits to the owner of the trees;
yes, the person’s maid was their mother.
the three sons earned by collecting of fruits.
they carried these and gave to the owner.
the fruit-shop was in the market;
they reached by their own feet.
walked and walked……
the fruits were on their heads.
by that way they could eat only one-week in the month.
on other days they had no food for eating.
after some days, the father had gone, forever.
he died.
all four members were then ate nine days in the month.
oneday, there came a rich-foreigner,
he asked,
“hello ! the eldest boy !
are you going with me,
in my country,
shall be my servant ? “
the eldest son said ,
“ i do not know,
kindly, you ask to my mother ! ‘
then he asked to his mother;
and the mother said,
“yes, sir !”
the boy reached in the foreign;
and sent money to his family.
then ,all three members took foods in the whole month.
and the eldest son took food in the whole month ,
in the master’s house.
they said,
“oh ! god ! thanks !”
poet, anjali denandi,mom
WALK AND WALK
i take rest, for some times.
then i walk again……………..
oh ! the timeless,times !
falling down, the rain.
side of me,
the ocean is shouting.
above of me,
the clouds are shouting.
the air is also shouting.
why, i do not know ?
i walk and walk…i go and go……
the waves are breaking on my feet.
the rain drops are on my whole body.
i walk and walk………………………………
the waves delete the marks of my feet,
which are on the wety-sand. ( wety is the new word of mom )
oh ! so happy ,is my wety-body !
i walk and walk…………………………
i do not know,
why , i walk and walk ?……………..
i watch,
so many animals are enjoying;
on the ocean’s water;
with them, i am also enjoying.
oh ! the nature ! oh 1 oh ! oh !
the sand,
which is under of my feet,
it attract to the waves,
and the waves come on it,
again and again…………….
forever, these ,come and come………..
go and go,also,
oh ! the sand !
this attraction is too strong !
this is ever-young.
i walk and walk………………
why, i do not know ?
i love my endless walking………………..
i do not know,
what is the reason ?
i hope that,
when i shall be a ghost,
then ,i shall walk, also.
then i will be invisible,
but , i shall walk and walk…………..
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