AtreyaSarma Uppaluri Poems

When semi-clad state has become a cult,
Wearing a sari would be difficult.
Oh, yet they engaged Bipasha
For the sari ramp tamasha.
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A peep through the window glass in that cold morning
At nine, showed an overnight snowfall…still blowing.
Across my mind the Maid of the Mist did unfurl;
She readily gave way to you, my own Dream Girl -
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There was a small town lad named Sarma
His dad dreamt he’d be into pharma
But his marks were so low
Ne’er they crossed a zero
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(1)

I’ve been frantically searching
For my misplaced glasses
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Six months we’ve served you with no buts; we weren’t iffy
A gift of vernal charm of col’r and melody
A treat to your eyes with our verdant canopy
A feast to your smell with our sweep of fragrancy
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No longer able to bear her watery babe in
The slow and heavy bellied Cloud is eager
To be delivered of the Rain
But finds herself helpless
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Child -
Lovely,
Innocent;
Few needs, no cares;
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When I make a provocative statement
My backers cover it up:
We haven't seen it yet (OR)
Don't read it out of context
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[Appadam or Appalam or Papadam or Papad is a thin crisp cake made of pulses or sago or potato and is baked or fried; eaten along with meal.]

Ambrosia art thou - Papad or Papadam or Appadam!
Adam, had he known about thee, the pretty Papadam,
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The Prologue

'The terrorist began to speak...'
'How can a terrorist talk
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