Radhamani Sarma


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Nonsense Droppings

A jumper I wore,
for I was going to London.
Many mocked at my
London Calling,
Still I heeded to that Calling.
I double checked all my
Rooms and locked,
For an established rumour
Ran, Gold was gushing
Out of every Godrej
and ornaments were
popping out of cupboards.
My eyes count but
Synthetic saris and silk woven
hanging on the dresser.
I was going to London,
For London was calling,
Calling and ask not
How, how, now.
I came to the balcony
to close the doors,
Again double check
lest any thief should
Plunder ...

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Love In The Clippings

A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.

Autumn’s crude chill already
Stayed, residue, in my heart, for some time,

‘Rue not’! My, yet to be softened
dictates pacify.

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