(1)THERE WAS A TREE
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In front of home , there was a tree
In full splendor, tall and free.
Moon climbed on branches throwing light,
Shone waving leaves 'in moonlit night.
Day time shade made big circle around,
Dancing sun -rays , net work on ground.
I found a unique world in tree,
Different birds, creatures, friends for me.
Saw parrots, sparrows doves,and kites
Blue birdss and robins bees, fireflies.
I watched them lying flat on the ground,
That joyous excitement nothing can count.
In evenings it seemed that tree sings,
In countless cooing birds’ necks-links.
Thousands of melodies in union,
The tree seemed rattling harmonium.
My grand pa watered it with care,
And harm the tree? No one could dare.
We played & quarreled laughed & wept,
Pure feelings those I never got yet .
Now there not blows that cool fresh breeze ,
Once builder came to cut all trees,
.They chopped my childhood from my past,
And left me in a desert vast.
Don’t know who lives in these partments .
Sure, they not previous tree habitants.
That rippling flow of twittering songs,
In trifling world my heart ever longs
Those sweet memories bring sorrow now.
Forget all that ?can you tell how?
I long for it, but long in vain,
Should leave all that? But how I can?
They cut a full branch off my life,
And threw my childhood out of sight.
By Pratibha Saksena
(2)Because Dhriatashtra* can't see .
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Dhritrashtra can't see ,and weapons are free ,
The ideals impotent ,and barbarians free .
Where logic is sin and new thoughts crime ,
Many thousand years are thrown in dust bin ,
Where womanhood is crushed with only disdain ,
Are those human ,are they really sane ?
Where .malice to lead , good faith to bury ,
When ethics powerless , what then to decree ?,
They suppose they are merited and all else sinners ,
Only their accordance decides and adhers ,
Imprisioned humanity ,they are throwing away keys ,
They are growing on crops and crops of zombies *
.And Dhritrashtra can''t see the hatred is free ,
He is inquiring , accusing ,waiting further more to see .
He is only observing and condemning what''s done .
Only avoiding and shuning the action
Finally he will shout and cry and curse ,
When nothing would be left that might reimburse
Would they only survive ,and all else die ?,
All culture ,creation in wilderness cry ?
He is inquiring , accusing ,waiting further more to see .
By Pratibha Saksena .
(3) Woman & childhood .
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You can feel fragrance of smiles ,she is child ;
She is growing and glowing in hues so mild .
A candle in mist ,a bliss for sight .
Then makes a heaven of home ,her site .
And childhood jumps and clings to her lap.
In womanhood childhood there's no gap.
But time goes on ,she gains grey hair ,
This part of nature ,though ,not fair .
Great grand ma nature,never gets old ,
And this injustice never been told --
Great great grand ma ever fresh n 'green ,
And this grand mother never has been .
Comes childhood dancing around ,surrounds .
Her content pleasure ,knows no bounds .
She sings lull-a-by ,her grey hair dance
She looks not grown up ,as if in trance .
She holds the age old magic -wand ,
To take grandchildren to dream-land .
They grow up come in next stage ,
She takes long leap for infant age .
By Pratibha Saksena
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