Radhamani Sarma Poems

As the cute tabby cat stole
Out of the lobby, surreptiously,
the other inmates fast asleep,
Its moving paws silenced and
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A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.

Autumn’s crude chill already
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I imagine a plastic egg
On my table mahogany,
dip my brush in gentle blue,
Embellish strokes of painting,
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It is not Biblical Fall
Of Seduction after a
Plump, forbidden fruit,
Nor is it a headlong fall
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There is a Black pal, my
Visitor regular, cool and calm.
In my balcony, its abode of
Grain or rain, it visits my
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What violets or myrtles,
with scented rose and colours
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A Take or remake on Milton’s On His Blindness.
(But not in the form of a sonnet.

When I consider how my life is spent
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I am coagulated beyond limit,
break the barricade.
I wear the accelerated Wings,
The flapping and craving
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Six long hours of wait and sit,
In the now and then crowded
Platform, cold as shreds of
Creepiness that might capture you.
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She bounteously blows
on the transcient, uncared for,
Slender bunch Of
Grass and steep;
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