This is the HUNDREDTH poem by POETICbug
Amidst musical breeze
two little birds chirp about
love and happiness© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
PadmaShree, Sri Jayanta Mahapatra once said,"There is something in me that refuses to die. It’s there, somewhere deep inside me perhaps. And this is poetry." The genesis of POETICbug was thus an act of unleashing the curbed thoughts in the form of poems. POETICbug,says, "I praise; I dare; I invoke care; You write, recite my glory; I am, Poetry." -Taking forward the spirit of poetry !
Each day a kind deed.
Early Morning
Before the honking
In the calm cloudy morning
A cuckoo sings for all
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
Rugged Blue Cap
( For the
parents who are “Grand”, our Grandparents)
I
stood counting the grains of sand,
As
the wind kept adding more,
A
blink's sleep to my eye,
Came
in nature's furious furore,
Howling
loud,
Gulping
throughout,
Notorious
monster,
That
smirking cloud.
A
little leaf trembling,
Fallen
off her mother,
Held
by a pebble,
A
friend to one another,
The
lazy sand,
Swirled
all over,
Broke
a wheel,
A
tent, kettle and a tumbler.
An
old rugged blue cap,
Was
stomped, yet it dared,
To
reach its master,
Lost
somewhere,
"Wait",
I hear someone call,
Emerged
from the gust,
Bravery
in its form small,
He
strongly said, "I must".
"I
must get the cap",
Racing
against the wind,
In
an unlimited lap,
That
determined mind,
I
called him aloud and asked,
Why
do you brave this gale?
"It
belongs to my Grandpa,
Sitting
there paralysed and pale."
"He
always got me my candy,
All
better he was when"
A year of silence,
Passed through me then,
The
sand, wind and its fury,
Touched
by his innocent love,returned,
But Grandpa continued staring above.
But Grandpa continued staring above.
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
Sunrise or Sunset
This poem has won the "Prompt of the month (march 2015)" at WE magazine and published in the March 2015 Issue.
What I see is bright,
I know not if it's right,
Sunrise or Sunset ?
But it's beauty, nature's subset,
Why the hue goes so orange
when the sun arrives or goes out of range ?
I could question so much, but;
Why add "why" to this beauty?
When it’s so blissful;
It’s serenity.
Some things, best not described,
'cause the effect gets inscribed,
A rising sun has to set,
For the moon to attend its date,
There goes a romantic verse,
It could be for him or hers,
If I could, I would
go on stringing,
go on stringing,
a necklace of words,
But it’s time to return home,
So say the birds.
{ This poem is written for the prompt of the month (March) @ Writer's Ezine. When I saw this image, I first thought it was sunset and then thought, sunrise. So knocking the confusion, I concentrated to write on the beauty alone blending with the romantic season around. }
Image (c) Arti Honrao
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