A word before you read

I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see.

Friday, June 15, 2018

Mystic Land


India, the ancient mystic mother of the east
has birthed and sustained myriad mysteries:
Every possible human thought stream
sages who deciphered the nature of reality –
Charvaka, Advaita, Buddha and sutras,
Ayurveda, Siddha and Kama sutra,
sensuality and spirituality side by side,
imagination stretching puranas that delight,
a hundred different flapping tongues ,
frolicking intricate ragas and graceful blending mudras
gut-rocking folk music and dances,
grains galore, spices special and strange fruits,
exquisite cuisines and a melange of cultural traditions,
rain forests, shrill shrubs, towering pines and fertile land
snow mountains, curling rivers, vast plains and arid land,
assimilating cultures and beliefs of other lands
influencing every other cultures’ thought-strands.

Diversity and plurality – the essence of our motherland
celebrate and preserve we must with genuine patriotism,  
unshackle we must parochial thoughts and nationalism
fetters of inequality, injustice and superstitions.

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