VANDANA KUMAR
Sing Me No Song!
A loner
I sat on a tree
On an even lonelier branch
On solitary leaf
Looking for company
In city
Deaf to bird song
Looking for soul mate
To fly out with
I am but a bird
Of species undefined
Looking for peace
In city
Strewn with realtor brochure
A Season’s Struggle
Trying to understand
The jigsaw puzzle
Of a world
That turned its back
On seasons of love
And timely harvests
Invested in new hybrids
Were the new corporates
Altering flowering period
Telling us
Nature had adopted
Fancier ways
I looked out
At illusions
Of bloom
Spring sun
That was saying farewell
Even before
We could give it a welcome
Our struggles to survive
Continue
As seasons of joy
Get clipped
World climates today
Are empty basins
That we carry
Inside
Surviving Riots
I came home late that day
The city and its Google maps
Tend often to mislead
Gauging time to reach home
Often way of the mark
They don’t take into account
How much smoke a city
Can conceal
The ghettos
No longer safe
To bury heads
In proverbial sands
A generation somewhere
On the globe
Fed children bed time tales
Of hate
And we
Looked at affairs
Day to day
Survival kits
In place
Asking menu of the day
VANDANA KUMAR
VANDANA KUMAR is a
bon vivant who loves travelling, working with young minds and exploring
possibilities beyond the ordinary. A middle school French teacher in New Delhi
and an active member of various quiz clubs, her passions include playing the
piano. She contributes poems regularly to online publications like ‘Narrow
Roads’ and ‘Our Poetry Archive’. Her poems have featured in the ‘Emerald Hues’
and ‘GloMag’ anthologies. She has also been published in international journals
like Toronto based ‘Scarlet Leaf Review’ and Philadelphia based “North of
Oxford”. In addition she has been published in poetry websites like New York
City based ‘Spillwords Press’ and UK based ‘Destiny Poets’. One of her poems
was shortlisted and published by the “All India Poetry Society” as a part of
the All India 2017 poetry competition. Poetry for her is her stress buster, her
flight of fancy and strangely, what keeps her rooted too.
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