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APJ Abdul Kalam

A golden heart, spirited and psyched,
the sparks of mind and soul
he envisioned for the motherland,
and the grit and determination
to go beyond,
let every time of his life
devoted, streaming in wisdom
reach all equal,
we mourn, as he too knew,
to work hard and not to leisure around
his loss.
He knew the vision of that twinkling eye,
to enlist for bright future their burning replies.
The one who shaped in peace the nation
with space and missile missions,
his words spoken in scientific temper
and reachable goals,
he loved the young and children the most.


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Echoes, my new poetry book

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Here is blurb at back of book:

Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

In such serenity I sit and think saturated with thoughts.  A woman speaking of in her element perennially devises how way further will be for her without the barriers of struggle.  Nature is succour.  One easily connects with primal action born of thought. As innate as vital energy of mind and body, the poems here touch aspects of womanhood subliminally.

It would not be in woods or meadows far reaching only through echoes, it would beat deep inside throbbing and touching through aspects of life.

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Cold winds with those dark clouds
on my sky are my aspirations
where horizon of blue sublime,
tiny corpuscles of lime,
from where I have sprung and this haste
do I even know the melody…

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First published on Literary journal.

Today showered again the sky I wondered if soaking the streets I choose to ignore.
Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.