VANDANA KUMAR



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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