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.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Mongrel

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This is a poem I wrote in 2005. Then I thought it would need extensive tweaking before it expressed something poetic. During last four years, I could not return there. Today as I run short of text to feed my emaciated blog, I decided to visit my old stuff. Surprisingly, the poem does not scare me. I feel I can show it to others, even in this form--sans polish, sans adornment.
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Mongrel

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Now many have started telling me
They’ve seen me somewhere
They don’t remember it for sure
But I believe them they don’t lie.

Of late I’ve a feeling that bothers me
I find the same persons again and again
Inside the coach of a train
or while passing through a subway.

I see the same sun rising even now
But lackluster, nasty, and malignant
Rising to set and that’s the ultimate
It’s darkness—and darkness for life's sake!

Now more of them whiz past me
Daring to follow them
I can’t do that now
I’m just a mongrel, homeward.

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Berhampur
6-7-2009
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By
A. N. Nanda
Muzaffarpur

03-11-2009

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2 Comments:

Blogger Melyong said...

Hi Uncle Nanda,

Been a long time eh?

This stanza is beautiful

"Now more of them whiz past me
Daring to follow them
I can’t do that now
I’m just a mongrel, homeward. "

and I've got to say...

Daring is a step,
Not many take,
A gamble,
That none know of.

Thanks for that lovely stanza

3:36 AM  
Blogger A_N_Nanda said...

Thanks Melly. It's great to see you back.

5:58 AM  

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