The Unadorned

My literary blog to keep track of my creative mood swings with poems n short stories, book reviews n humorous prose, travelogues n photography, reflections n translations, both in English n Hindi.

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I'm a peace-loving married Indian male on the right side of '50 with college-going children, and presently employed under government. Educationally I've a master's degree in History, and another in Computer Application. Besides, I've a post graduate diploma in Management. My published works are:- (1)"In Harness", ISBN 81-8157-183-5, a poetry collections and (2) "The Remix of Orchid", ISBN 978-81-7525-729-0, a short story collections with a foreword by Mr. Ruskin Bond, (3) "Virasat", ISBN 978-81-7525-982-9, again a short story collection but in Hindi, (4) "Ek Saal Baad," ISBN 978-81-906496-8-1, my second Story Collection in Hindi.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Migration



M i g r a t i o n

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I'm in a lovely mood now
Let my friends know that
I'd stop bothering them once again
with that trash called my poems!


That said, now I wield my pen

To scribble my words as I may

I know, my prose would make them happy

That’s left in their lives—so very prosaic!


Just out of the warmth of womb, a child

Cries hoarse and doesn’t just stop

Is it her prose? Or just a poem of protest, so very loud?

Or yet another beat in the making of a discord ?


Here, in this deserted domain of prose,

where are those charming stuff to write about?

Tears, pain, sigh and struggle

Everything has just faded out.

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By

A. N. Nanda

Muzaffarpur

24-6-2009

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2 Comments:

Blogger Melyong said...

How true... The blue days leave you with nothing but a cloud of gloom. It is so overpowering, it practically invades and take control of your life. I am feeling exactly that now. Why does your poem hit me there all the time? Hmm... got some thinking to do now.

2:12 AM  
Blogger A_N_Nanda said...

The flair of poetry in prose, the ease of expression of prose in poetry, the depth, the profundity--sometimes I think they come of their own like those tiny but beautiful flowers on a bed of grass. I think one needs to scribble or say punch the keyboard even when he/she has no idea where that would lead.

Thanx Melly.

9:45 AM  

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