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, December 31, 2014

On the Cusp: Three Sixty-Five

I wish all my readers a very Happy New Year 2015. 

On the Cusp: Three Sixty-Five
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Won’t you ask me
What I did with the gift you gave
What I did with the money you lent
Exactly before days three hundred and sixty-five?

Now, again, your generosity is abloom
Your coffer is open and your offer alluring
You’re the great giver, not for nothing.
The investment you make in me
Not waiting for the return,
No balance sheet is ever drawn,
What’s that you expect of me?

What sort of business you are in!
Aren’t you the optimist incorrigible?
When you see me squandering
All you gave were thinning and thinning
Did you ever bother me to stop
And demand a report from me?

Nope! You didn’t.
The blunder is yours you’d better own
And now, how can a better tomorrow
Grow out of a yesterday wasted?
Where is the seed you’ve sown?
You want me to till that land
Sprinkle it with my blood and sweat
And wait for that better tomorrow!

You’re the great merchant
You know your business
Your investment:
You’re the great peasant
You know your crops
And your yielding patch of land:

Looking forward to a turnaround…
Now, the business is the same
A cycle of three and sixty-five,
The land is as big and as fertile
As a year ago it used to be,
I know it only too well
There’s only so much capital in the business.

Your business must go on…
It hardly matters
That one day I’ll be eased out.
Your crops must grow luxuriant…
It hardly matters
That one day I’ll fade out of memory
And lose count of three sixty-five. 
A. N. Nanda



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