May We Rise
just one word
to convey
a host of
intentions
and feelings
lying latent
May...
May I love more
May I forgive
those
who has hurt me
most
May all wars
cease
May there be no
hungry mouths
May all biases
be removed
May I leave this
planet
as a better
person
without any
regrets
just thirty-one
days
and so much
to be
accomplished
©️Snigdha Agrawal
11th May 2024
The Humble Cloth
You been there
through the ages
of multifarious
usage
never did face
any stiff competition
nor needed fancy
brand names
to boost your
sales
packaged in
different
colours
different shades
different sizes
different
lengths
Your presence
always needed
for sacred
moments
for morning
ablutions
for wiping
sweaty faces
for wiping wet
bottoms
for cushioning
into a pillow
whenever needed
worn on the head
both by males,
females
to protect from
the sun
to dry long
tresses
to hang around
the neck
to tie around
the waist
You've found
your way
in all places
in the Moira's
shop
hanging with the
weight
of milk curdled
during pujas
at weddings
during pind daan
from birth to
death
you've been with
us
the red and
white checked
humble gamcha
much used
much loved
©️Snigdha Agrawal
11th May, 2024
*Moira – sweetmeat
shop
*pind daan – Hindu
ritual performed to pay homage to the departed
*gamcha – thin
towel
~~~~~
Tall Promises
Pregnant with
promises
sun rushes up
the horizon
anxious to give
birth
to a new day
slipping out
with placenta
unbroken
into the hands
of
morning awakened
severing from
umbilical cord
attached
to the night’s
folded blanket
Shrill call of
the Koel
renting the air,
reminds it’s
spring
end of winter’s
quietude
beginning of
hope
Swaying hush of
foliage
stirs a cool
breeze
from nature’s
chiller tray
drenches minds
with happiness
arrives ‘Poila
Baishakh’
with fanfare
Inbox, Facebook,
Whatsapp
jammed with
Seasons Greetings
needing
attention
Tangled in the
comforter
half asleep,
reluctant to
wake up
drugged on
petrichor
ringing of the
phone
pierces the subconscious
must be to wish
"Shubho
Nabobarsho”
Instead, voice
at the other end
says “Sorry to
share
news of his
death”
Melodies of
Spring
comes to a
screeching halt
like a broken
pin
stuck on a
gramophone record
voices in the
head hum
"April
that's so unlike you
Can't you
rewind,
take back that
call?"
©️Snigdha Agrawal
11th May, 2024
*Poila Baishakh –
First day of the Bengali New Year
*Shubho Nababorsho
– Happy New Year
SNIGDHA AGRAWAL
SNIGDHA AGRAWAL (nee Banerjee) is
Bengali born, raised, and educated in a cosmopolitan environment, with exposure
to the Eastern and Western cultures, imbibing the best of both worlds. With more than two decades of experience
working in the corporate sector, her outlook on life is balanced, as reflected
in her writings. A versatile writer, she writes all genres of poetry, prose,
short stories, travelogues, and hotel/restaurant reviews on TripAdvisor, under
the pen name ‘puchka’. A published
author of four books, the latest titled MIX, is a book of short stories for all
mindsets. The book is available on Amazon. An intrepid traveller, her travel
diaries can be accessed in her blog: randomramblings52. She lives in Bangalore (Karnataka), India.
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