Indira Renganathan Poems

Slipped into sleep.Mind got into whirls
What a fantastic place mine was
River Varaha from the western hills
Into my village bifurcating north and south
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A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
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Their hobby is politics
Like
The kind of a mother-in-law
Emblemed by a pedestal-sickle
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Appealing like the charming teen-ager
Lovingly in love loved by the same 'ager
Sometimes metering doddered lika a toddler
Prosodial lingua travailing like a prattler..
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Bathed in final sweat of his blood
A sickle above ready to wreath
To the breath-taking holy din
He bleats with gory eyes
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You are a kaleidoscopic drama
A gusty platform for celestial revelation
Dotted soars are your closest audience
Scudding clouds are the opening curtains
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The dhuppatta of the Indian angel
Sprawling over there far in the ether
A half-saree rather arched providential
Seven coloured, a shamiana-splendour
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Who does not like
Red of dawn, bed of sky
Spring of sun, strings of rain
Twinkling night, lulling sleep..?
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Earlier days..
Grand-ma immixed
Chilli, mustard, turmeric, oil
Salt hyped in high pickle-jar
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You're lost in the ism of Rama
Leaving behind a mission of Rama
Whence a practice of euphony
Across the compass of tones
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