English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Anguish of the River… ☆ – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM (We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi ji  for sharing his literary and art works with e-abhivyakti.  An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. We present an excellent poetry depicting pain and sorrow of every river in the country.  Every one is aware of the reasons and worried about the level of pollution. But, who will take the first step for the mankind.  This poetry is actually anguish of the river sensed by Capt. Raghuwanshi ji.   In his own words Visiting my place in Varanasi, situated at the confluence of Ganga and Gomati... Wrote few lines on state of rivers in our country...     Capt. Raghuwanshi: Today, we present the poetry of Capt. Pravin Raghuwanshi ji "Anguish of the River..." .)   ☆ Anguish of the River... ☆   River is not like *Neelkanth*, the Lord Shiva!   She was once a playful translucent river And me, a carefree ambitious damsel Used to do *Aachman*, sipping her sacred water...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ It’s not an eye-donation….  It is an eye-offering ☆ – Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar   (Inspired by the news published in a newspaper in which a mother donated her eyes with an unborn child before dowry-death.  This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)    ☆ It’s not an eye-donation....  It is an eye-offering  ☆    Listen these eyes are not only eyes but, these eyes are like melted and purified gold in the life’s altar.   I have seen. No ….No these eyes have seen a river of fire warmth in the mother's lap and inflammation of puberty.   Wedding pavilion sacrificial altar and seven rounds around the fire.   The first night’s soft and warm flower bed and ….  and various forms of fire.   My beautiful body, I was proud of which has been scorched in the fire of dowry.   Where is ‘he’? Where? Who has held my hands by making fire as witness. Now given the fire of dowry; and …… he will give the fire of the funeral.   But, Mom! Why are you crying? And brother, you too?   You are drowned in debt by raising funds for dowry.   How have you been broken in life? Alas! Dad is no more today. Else, in your place he could have offered his shoulder to you in support to cry with you!   My goodbye tears are still in...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Fair wasn’t fair ☆– Shri Divyanshu Shekhar

Shri Divyanshu Shekhar    (Young author Shri Divyanshu Shekhar writes poems, stories, plays and scripts in Hindi and English. His first collection of poems  "Zindagi - ek chalchitra" was published in May 2017 and first English Novel "Too Close - Too Far" in December 2018. Today we present his poem "Fair wasn't fair ".) ☆ Fair wasn't fair ☆ A kid and an adult went to a fair and my good luck, I was also there. Kid was cute like a teddy bear while adult was looking fit and fair. There were swings, which were trying to make everyone feel that you also have wings. Kid didn't try due to the fear of height while adult didn't try due to backbite. Kid tasted foods irrespective to the diet while adult was counting someone unhygienic bites. Kid shouted and laughed while adult just smiled. Kid had everything to act while adult had nothing to react. Kid looked all the things with possibilities while adult watched all those with responsibilities. Kid's expenditure was hundred...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Dreams ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra & Ms Simran Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra   (We reproduce this poem taken from the famous poetry collection 'Winter Shall Fade' that finds a place in Limca Book of Records for being the first book co-authored by a mother-daughter duo (Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji and Ms Simran Chandra ji ) published by Omji Publishers.)  Amazon Link: 'Winter Shall Fade'   ☆ Dreams ☆   I embrace my dreams Just like the moon Embraces the moonlight Or the veil of night Embraces the stars.   I fall in love with them Little by little And they come to me Bit by bit Kissing me Hugging me Skimming me, As if drizzling upon me And covering me with affection, Percolating like fragrance All over my being And singing Some happy numbers.   Keep dreaming For The relationship Between dreams and self Is the most fulfilling…   © Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra and Ms. Simran Chandra, Pune   ...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ The end of King Parikshit ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra   (We present Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji‘s thought provoking poem based on the mythological character King Parikshit's Karma and Dharma.)   ☆ The end of King Parikshit ☆   By a snake bite cursed to die King Parikshit, in a tall tower locks Isolated from subjects, children and wives Paces in his room, unable to talk   Petrified he is, does not eat or sleep Finally his curse, to everyone reveals Every inlet to the tower is guarded No slithering Naga should come to kill   On the seventh day, the famished Parikshit Disgustedly, darts into a fruit Hidden inside is a little worm Which transforms into a serpent’s suit   Takshaka is the name Its deadly fangs into Parikshit’s skin sinks Spreads rapidly the venom And soon breathes his last, the king   Destiny can never change The fate of a pauper or royale Providence decides whatever is deserved Karma and dharma are inevitable   © Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra, Pune   ...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ An Ode to Ravana ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ An Ode to Ravana ☆ (We present Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji's thought provoking poem based on the mythological character Ravana.)   O Ravana! I bow to you! With your sword’s might And your valour’s mysticism, You could have forced Sita for anything, And yet, to treat her with respect you opted, Gave her a choice to decide And venerated her “No”!   O Ravana! So different you were! It’s just that the times were also atypical And despite the innocence of Sita, Chastised she was, Even by her husband own, And, to live a life in exile, forced- People blamed you for her condition, No one impugned Ram!   O Ravana! How happy I would be To see you come back to earth now! The land, in tatters lies, And women are not respected anymore- Her “No” is most often not treated as a “No” And no one honours her now by asking If she desires something!   © Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra, Pune ...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ My Dreams ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ My Dreams ☆ ("My Dreams" is one of the best poems of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’ji which not only inspires you, but motivates too to struggle for fulfillment of your dreams. When I look back the journey of e-abhivyakti it always gives me a positive message. Thanks Ms Neelam ji to motivate me to continue the journey of life too.) My Dreams I am a gusty wind that darts Merrily at its own pace; I do not stop for joyous detours, My fiery dreams I chase… I am not a merry moon, Waxing and waning at pleasure; I am the fierceness of the sun That has no time for leisure… How can I lazily lie? Halting is prohibited by my soul! Life is bizarre and short And horizons are my goal… My own target posts I keep stretching and expanding; After all, existence is an ellipsis If you know to struggle, it keeps enlarging…   © Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra, Pune   ...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ To Meera ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ To Meera ☆ ( Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’ji succeeded to break illusion of Meera of so called Kaliyug.  If one can understand, it is a great message for woman.  Always pray almighty God Krishna but, don't wait for him to solve your problems. Only you have to solve your problems. The great poem with great message for everyone.)  Wake up Meera! If someone sends you a basket With cobra And names it as a basket of flowers, It won’t turn into a Krishna’s idol, A cobra it shall remain!   Wake up Meera! If you are delivered a cup of poison Stating that it is nectar, Even if you offer it to Krishna, Poison it shall remain And you shall die!   Wake up Meera! If you jump in a river, There shall be no Krishna To make you float; And drowning shall be your destiny!   Wake up Meera! Learn to survive on your own! Miracles don’t happen, And no one comes to save anyone- Seeing this ruthless, frigid and unsentimental world, Even the Krishnas have disappeared; You have to learn to swim And...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Thoughts in my pocket  ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Thoughts in my pocket  ☆ (We present this amazingly scripted poem by Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’ ji.  This amazing poem on thoughts has an amazing control on thoughts too. I salute Ms. Neelam ji  to pen down such a beautiful poem for which sky is the limit.)   With a few thoughts in my pocket I wandered over the hills and vales; Wondering how to stitch them together And in a pretty poetry interlace…   I tossed some of the thoughts in the air And held them in my hands once again; With the fragrance of the milieu A beautiful aroma was embedded in them…   I weaved the thoughts one by one On a needle, just like a wool soft; Their beauty swelled manifold And in happiness they rocked…   I dipped the thoughts in colourful dyes, They became colourful and merry too; In the magnificent canvas of life, They like delighted birds cooed…   I made some syrup of gur and sugar And submerged them in the liquid; My thoughts became sugar-coated and sweet They drooled in tranquillity and were...
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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Fear of Future ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra ☆ Fear of Future ☆ (Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem “Fear of Future”  is amazing.  Feeling of an unborn child in a foetus can be only imagined and felt by a women author.  Truly, as a gentleman author I can only honour the  feelings of a women.)   Embedded in the womb of time, The foetus of an unborn child stretched its feet; It kicked and growled and roared, Tremendous energy existed in the frame petite!   It troubled the mom by playing mischief, Now and then it would kick the womb’s wall; As if that was not enough It would move around violently like a football!   Pestered by the waywardness of the foetus, The desolate mother would wail tears; Perturbed by its tricks and guiles, The pitiful mother would shiver with fears!   An illegitimate and unwanted child it was, The mother knew not how to abort it; Her nervousness kept multiplying every moment, And her forlorn tummy grew bit by bit!   The foetus was nothing but the fear of the future And though it didn’t exist, it...
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