Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Yes, I hate 'him'!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"


‘He’ brought me,
The flowers-
Where no fragrance
I praised ‘him’ for his efforts,
And said
“Why these papers,
Looks like
The flower-in-vain! ”

‘He’ took me to
The place-
Where no grasses
Were touched!(by the beam of light)
I admired the obscurity,
And said
“Why can’t you fetch in
That tiny Sun,
In your mighty-wallet!”

‘He’ showed me up,
to ‘his’ ceiling-
The majestic bunch light
hanging dead!
I smiled, mockingly
and said
“why don't you allow-in
the brilliance of
millions of fireflies"

For ‘his’ every labor,
I tried finding- Zilch!
For ‘he’ knew, by now-
Yes, I hate ‘him’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Infected eyes-Infected thoughts-
Materialism [He] Vs. Spiritualism [I]
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Saturday, July 14, 2012

In 'his' society!

A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"



Her ‘mother’ blessed her
For the wonderful day
And 'She' marched ahead
Climbed the lofty height
Where no men could reach
And sprinkled the euphoria
With her sacred beam

With his own rules, he created
He woke up late!
With no sign of sigh
Proud, he stands
With an attitude-
‘Man of himself’
He made his own day!


He made his nights,
Drenched it with liquors
But still, pompously
He reaches home,

Despite the thirst,
For a single drop of water,
She runs to home,
Before the darkness engulfs the city
But she never returns!

The blossom of future, thus
Plucked down-
Crumples on the dust
And disappears-
Society claps,
The bees, hence, rewarded!

For, you are in
Built your own shelter
For your own safety
Beware Women!
You are in ‘his’ society!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Dedicated to the girls in Guwahati and Delhi!
His, He and Him in this poem represents not all the men-but yes-You!

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© 2012 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"