A Collection of Poems Pankhuria
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Presume (Anumaan)
I presumed with open gate
Into a cloud of fog
I lost all reasoning
My heart throbs
For absolute Truth I wish to seek
Presumptions or Perceptions all I keep
Twisted foundations still persist
My mind is crowded
Like the coach of a train
My heart sags with hurt and pain
Beneath eyelids I hide tear
Also believe in what I hear
Though my thinking is confused
I continue to presume,
I feel anger into my gut
I believed gossips those I kept
I never forget or forgive thee
A strange and broken friendship
And me
I continue to presume.
Bhikhaarin (Beggar)
She was a beggar
Lest she was mad
Draped in rags torn
She roamed the streets around
Helpless of her youthful form
Bursting out of scanty garbs
Unable to hide her youth abound,
She used to cry with hunger
Society looked down upon her
Poverty was her destiny
Her youth became her enemy
Helpless of her exposed breasts
How unfortunate was she
Became a victim of someone’s lust,
One day surrounded by a small crowd
She left behind her young body
Mocking and laughing at the society
Unaffected by its prejudices
It didn’t matter to her now
Whether it was just or unjust.
She was a beggar
Lest she was mad.
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Pankhuria in Hindi means feathers of a bird or a butterfly. I chose the name for the varied topics of my poems similar to picking specific feathers and flower petals and putting them together to give the name Pankhuria for my book. My original poems were published in my native language Hindi. I have now translated them into English to have a wider appeal to a larger number of readers. I have tried to express my feelings in simple poems. My sentiments are expressed in different topics encompassing love, betrayal, hurt, terrorism, Aids, domestic abuse, Tsunami, birth, death, euthanasia, beauty, nature, seasons and many more. When I was writing these poems I had in mind to flavor them with a background of culture from India. And then I realize the truth that the core emotions are the same in all the cultures even though the ways are different. Poetry becomes a powerful art form to reveal them. I have tried to do just that.