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Om Chawla Poems
Have you not seen the bird flying far, again and again collecting straws to weave a nest- a home- for its young ones to be.
Beyond The Horizon
Yonder in the West, Just before it sets, Sun lingers, as if to cast one last look Over what it illumined through the day.
Betrayal - Of Faith or of Nature
Holy river and holier places Centers of pilgrimages Of devout devotees through the ages
An Infant's Smile
Peaceful repose of tranquility, mirroring blissful divinity. Heartwarming look of an innocent face endearing charming bewitching grace;
Cry of a Soul
What passion it was anger or lust who knows what that turned him into a beast.
A poor man's lot
There besides the trunk of a leafless tree Lies a human figure in beastly nudity. It's breathing yet; it's not dead But no one bothers, for them it is dead
Life after life soul transmigrates Carrying the burden of its karmic traits The way we live our next life shapes.
Speak O Withered Leaves, Speak.
Cover her eyes, her stony looks, She is dead; And ring the bell for she is dead Where one age ends the other begins
SHUNYATA- -COMPLETENESS IN NOTHINGNESS
Hush hush voices murmuring noises A hall full of audience filled with air of expectation
Let Me Be Me [A search for solitude]
It's mid of night Dark and still all around Something hurts within I know not why does it hound;
MY MIND- A VORTEX.
Emerging from undetermined vortex Sea waves rush towards its shore: Relentlessly chasing one another Never catching up, perishing at coast.
Echo of Adolescent Desires
AN UNWRITTEN SONG
I hold my pen to uncover the truth O my countrymen, beware: By unjustly claiming and self assuming Inheritance to the halo of martyrdom
To A Disheartened Youth
Fret not at darkness it will pass, Darkness is but a shadow of obstructed light, Beyond darkness surely there is light, It's proof enough that there is light.
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Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows ...