#6 Devils of life

Devils of life

Grandpa was being questioned by

His curious grandchildren enquiring

What, where, how, when and why?

Grandpa always had the method

To lower children’s mental load.

This time he would not narrate

Fictious stories which indicate

Some special thoughts or morals

Because for teens, he thought,

Knowledge of art of living was must.

So he must pick instances from

Real life situations to make them

Come out of their world of fantasy

And imagination.

 

Looking into the eager eyes of children

Grandpa started his tale by asking them

What would they mean by”Devils of Life”.

Puzzled children wondered about its type.

Among the group of size aged from 9-14

A hand rose up after 5 minutes

Of creasing brows and deep silence.

On getting chance, the boy related

It to the enemies of person.

Grandpa quite easily accepted

Children’s perception of connecting

To materialistic world.

That child got appreciated

Because of the answer he provided.

“Devil is destructive in nature.

One who seeks his pleasure in destruction,

In any or all forms of his actions.

Like any ideal story teller, he paused

To check children’s interest in the topic.

Children exclaimed it to be interesting

Because they had never heard

Anything like this before.

Quite contendent with the topic chosen,

Followed by a short pause, then began

Calling negativities of thought and qualities

Such as fear, greed, anger and haste

The DEVILS OF LIFE.

Very amazed by the noble

Way of presentation

Children now started to listen

With a lot of interest and devotion

So that they do not miss

Even a single word of wisdom.

“How can the qualities be like devil?”

Grandpa’s question thrown.

Not a single lip motioned.

Grandpa-“Very simple to answer!!”

These are internal evils

Without any physical form.

“It works the way exactly like devils

Corroding our abilities day by day.

Do you have anything to say?”

“Ah! We are getting what

You want to convey.”

“Can we ever get rid of these?”

“Of course you can

If you always keep your mind in peace.

Always engage yourself in meaningful works

Lest your life should go in dark.”

“Remember! Karma is above all!!

Pure intentions prevent you from fall.

No ill thoughts for others

And no room for silly gossips

Prepare yourself to face the massive.

Befriend with courage and truth

To win over these.

Forget and forgive should be your notion

To fight with these with strength and caution.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

You get what you do

Because life is a mirror

Live each moment with vigor and not with terror.”

Grandpa’s heart got filled with pleasure

For having been successful

In inculcating the values

In the young minds and

To help them being cheerful.

26.07.2011

This is the longest poem I’ve ever composed.

-Swati Sarangi

#5 Woman Power

Woman Power

She is the power on the field

Whose hard toil yields

Both a source of livelihood

And a sense of satisfaction.

She realizes her potential

Which is unbiased by gender discrimination.

She is driven by self belief

And is supported by unfathomable determination.

Yes, she is the mistress of households.

Please all behold.

With immense courage she lifts herself up

For the task most tough.

Each drop of sweat in her forehead

Is a symbol of her passion

Which can never shatter her

Spirit of driving away commotions.

She draws inspiration from

The animals grazing in the field

Which run where she directs

Like herself by that supreme power

Never ever suppressed by

The responsibilities which she can bear.

This is the quality for which

She is most admired.

Edit:3rd prize in spot poetry competition, Anweshan 2k13 

-Swati Sarangi

#4 Recalling those moments

Recalling those Moments

When I reflect upon my past

Which were those moments,

That would make me rapt?

Will I get nostalgic or emotional

For those moment’s transient pass?

I always enjoyed amidst the turbulences

Because I looked out for that secret silence

That often peeped into the noise.

The companion was myself

And of course my friend’s silliness.

Hunger for knowledge has always

Been my mind’s treat,

This seemed most attractive

This has led me to walk on a path

Without predicting its end.

There were some moments

Those made me cry.

For now those have turned into sweet pies

Cause the effects were unforgettable.

Can’t wash away those moments,

Quite large in numbers

Whose slight recollection always

Bring happiness over my tears.

Present is a past of future.

The moments, yet to be enjoyed

Will soon fade into past

Due to the flow of time

I’m trying to lock or  trap

Some of the present moments

That will very soon get transformed

Into the past to be recalled.

What about those moments

To come across in future?

Hoping to embrace and invite those

With zeal but not with fear.

-swati sarangi

26.06.2012