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Chai - The Indian Tea

Raging fire,

On it the pan,

Elated water,

In goes the affable milk,

Some sugar to sweeten,

Now the cured leaves fall,

The passionate brewing colour,

And then;

The fresh hilly aroma,

As it jigs,

We all wait.

Gurgles into ~

A poor cracked glass

or a black tin can,

or a fair, crystal saucer,

No difference it makes,

Impartial always ~

In being a pauper’s only food;

or a rich evening sip,

Bestows blissful relaxation,

Infusing energy,

It tastes the same to all.

How much we could learn from this ' Chai' ?

Celebrating 15000 visitors with the quintessential "Chai"

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

A Conversation with my shadow

In arms of the lonely night,

When the cricket sounds loud,

I acquaint the empty street,

Where a single lamp-post stands lit,

Each day I pass by the lighted patch,

And cross the darkness after that.

Today I hear a hushed voice calling,

I stop to find only the stranded land dwelling,

“You look down upon me every day”,

States the voice grieved.

I look down in dismay,

And encounter my shadow, speak.

I ask it, why this chance meet up?

It looks at me in surprise and replies,

“I tread with you in all paths bright,

But darkness keeps me out of your sight.”

When times difficult you leave me astray,

I say, opportunist betray.

Saddened by the harsh remark,

My shadow glides apart and says,

“If I had the soul of you,

I could fight the darkness through.”

Until your strength takes a stand,

I say, Shadow, you better hide in black.

Cry of my empty womb

Of flesh and blood,

I write this story,

Untidy, unstrung chords,

Unforgotten lullaby lost,

Crippled cradle cries,

Knitted socks unwind,

To cuddle, to dandle,

A broken toy lies,

As plaits and red ribbons,

Traverse a torturous journey,

Might, mightier, mightiest wins,

Her first breathe incomplete,

Her last cry unheard,

As an un-satisfied family

and a helpless mother,

Stand to witness,

my daughter's brutal murder,

Filled with guilt and pain,

All I have is your wondrous nine months

and now shame,

No flesh, no blood in me remains,

Only your carcass;

And my empty womb laments.

{Even today somewhere in some clumsy corner someone will be forcibly aborting a girl child, mercilessly. To all of them I request, please STOP ! I would not be writing this today if I wasn't lucky enough to be born to my parents. So please try to be lucky for your child whether boy or girl.}

This poem is published in the Fox Chase Review Summer 2014 edition.
(http://www.thefoxchasereview.org/poetry.html)

This poem also features in The Fox Chase Review nominations for Best of the Net 2014. http://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/09/28/our-nominations-for-best-of-the-net/

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

With You, forever

"I would be dusted,
Cleared off in ashes one day,
But it would only be the flesh,
That I loved you,
Loved you beyond imagination,
Imagination of the heart,
Would stay back as a memory,
In you, with you and around you forever."

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

Each day a kind deed.

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Chai - The Indian Tea

A Conversation with my shadow

Cry of my empty womb

With You, forever

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