Radhamani Sarma

Best Poem of Radhamani Sarma

Oh! My God! It Is Nowhere To Go

It is not God’s Land, any more,
much is submerged, ancient is gone,
Good old days are buried alive.
I swim on the seemingly
safe currents tossing above,
Oryx, restrains its move,
Crazy bull with fierce looks
attacks not but recede,
Market fairs look defeated,
Ozymandias, no longer subdues
Our passion and prided anger,
Yet, human Temerity tames tangible.
lay your head on your
hands and brood over
how to recompense the loss.

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A Walk Into Wilderness

A hoary moment of isolation and despair
takes you for a walk in the wilderness,
saggy, almost falling leaves,
driven out of their privileged homes,
one can powder them then and there,
rugged stems, the airless, emptiness,
powered by seasonal shifts, uncanny
elements of visitations, I could see,
some burnt pieces of wood, ashes,

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