The Wandering Cloud...
I
Was
Once
An earthling
Now,
A
Cloud.
A
Wandering,
wayward cloud.
I
Float
In
The skies,
unfettered, today.
Floating,
floating
All the way
My
Eye
On
A
Land of plenty
Rests...
I
See
Mountains high
That,
In
Mists are
shroud,
Plains,
That,
Are
A
Husky gold
I
See
People all
around
In
Colours,
Colours bold.
Ah!
What
See
I
Here,
Soldiers?
Yes, Soldiers,
Uniform in files
Some fair, some
dark
Some short, some
tall
With hearts so
full
Of
Love
For
All.
India.
My
Land of
festivals is
Yes.
My land
Of
Food, song, good
will and dance...
I
Spy from the sky
And
Lo
Behold,
A
Festival
In
Progress...
The 15th of
August?
The 26th of
January ?
Wherever I go
I
Hear a song
"Jana Gana
Mana..."
That
Rings
Out loud
People upright
stand
And,
In
Unison sing
The Anthem of
the land
This
Fervor
For
The Mother land
Like
A halo holds
The
Spirit
Of
Freedom
In
A
Glow...
The Bird Song...
I
Can
Hear
A
Bird song
In
The
Distant hills.
"Rivers
Of
Milk
Green fields
In
Plains..."
Listen.
Listen
To
This echoed
Reverberating...
"This
Is
A
Land of Harmony
Here
Love
In
Bounty
Abounds.
Happiness.
Happiness
On
Tree tops
dwells."
A
Poet
I,
I
Look
Around, say,
"Perhaps
You
Sing
Of
Distant times
When
Man
To
Man
Good will
prevailed...
Today,
I
See
Turmoil.
The
Springs
Of
Love
Are drying up...
Babel
That
Once,
Oneness
Destroyed
Is raising
Its
Ugly head.
The
Mountains peak
That
Peace did bring
Today
A
Future
So, bleak they
give...
Discord!
Oh!
Discord.
Guns bark
In
Shadowy vales,
Hatred
In
River’s spate.
The bedrock
Of
Faith
Quakes!
I,
A poet,
Cannot
Lie,
Sweet bird.
Sweet bird
The
Song
You sing
Is
Melodious
To
My
Ears
But,
A
Tremble
In
Your song
I see
Discern
I,
Some fear?"
My pen
Its
Ink
Allows to flow
Only
When
I
In
Honesty speak.
"Diversity,"
It says,
"I see
Everywhere
But,
Unity
In
Spirit
Is
Yet
To
Be..."
NITA B GEORGE
NITA B GEORGE: Short story writer and
a Poet is a Post Graduate in English Literature from the Osmania University in
Hyderabad, Telangana, India. Her teaching career at the Degree level extends
over a period of 37 years. This experience of dealing with young growing minds
has enriched her immensely in life. Poetry entered late in her life, almost, at
the age of 54. She graduated into writing, Creative writing, from an English
teacher to a Poet and a Short story writer.
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