Poems by Dr L. Sr. Prasad

Poems by Dr L. Sr. Prasad

 

THE LOVELY LADY WITHOUT MERCY!

What can i mail thee, o poet-at-charms,
Why alone and sadly loitering?
How the art withered from thine arms,
And why now no bards sing?

O what can bail thee, poet-at- farms,
So offguard and so hope-begone?
The reward gallery is full with charms,
And the poetry harvest’s done.

I see a simile on thy brow rose,
With metaphor moist and pun-dew,
And on thy letters a fading prose
Fast withereth into elegy too.

I met a muse in the meadows bright,
Epic beautiful—like a sonnet wild,
Her meter was long, her cadence was light,
Her rhyming eyes were mystic mild.

I made a laurel for her preface head,
And couplets too, and fragrant tone;
She smiled at me and said go ahead,
And made sweet acrostic moan

I set her on my ballad steed,
And many saw her allusion long,
On onomatopic sound she bid speed
A faery on her alliterative song.

She found me plucking anapest sweet,
And consonance wild, and prosody-dew, In language refrain she did tweet
‘I love thee and thy poetry true’.

She took me to her rhyme royal heights,
There she taught me the spondee score,
And there I shut her syntax flights
With stanzas in four.

And there she lullèd me in paradox sleep,
And there I dreamed—hyperbole tide!—
The latest stream I ever leap,
No bell on the Nobel hill side.

I saw stale poets, insipid laureats perse,
Pen pushers and streakers were they all;
They cried‘ this lady of lyrics has no mercy!
Thee hath in political thrall!’

I saw their starved lips for awards gleam,
With nasty tricks they influence wide,
They strive to find themselves in beam,
To skid on the poetry hill’s side.

This is why I sojourn here without charms
Alone and sadly loitering
The art has withered from poets arms,
That’s why now no bards sing!

Copyright @Dr. Lsr prasad 12.3.2018

 

Near the sedge

I saw the sun exploding pink and red,
White cranes were leaving their nest bed,
Pearl dew mist weaved curtains ahead,
Song birds predicted red food and dread.

White cranes were leaving their nest bed,
I saw the rose garden still asleep
Song birds predicted red food and dread
The emerald carpet has footprints deep

I saw the rose garden still asleep
Near the sedge a knife is dripping blood
The emerald carpet has footprints deep
The shadow of the killer has anger flood.

Near the sedge a knife is dripping blood
Then came a moan bursting the silence
The shadow of the killer has anger flood
The death rattled the throat of innocence

Then came a moan bursting the silence
The little child cried at her mother’s recoil,
The death rattled the throat of innocence
The killer’s words were sounding betrayal

The little child cried at her mother’s recoil
She grew up in the shades of revenge
The killer’s words were sounding betrayal
Her mother’s last cry was always in range.

She grew up in the shades of revenge,
The killer cooled his heels in freezer cuts,
Her mother’s last cry was always in range
In freezers people become harder nuts.

The killer cooled his heels in freezer cuts,
The child is an officer at the border posts
In freezers people become harder nuts,
At border post she trolled the night ghosts

The child is an officer at the border posts,
In skirmishes she encountered many eels,
At border post she trolled the night ghosts
One desperado raided her on love wheels.

In skirmishes she encountered many eels
One fateful day the cartel marked her heart
One desperado raided her on love wheels
The mafia lost heavily to the marauding art

One fateful day the cartel marked her heart
The desperado was wounded in that blast,
The mafia lost heavily to the marauding art,
The lovers enemy is a sadistic iconoclast.

The desperado was wounded in that blast,
The mafia leader sent army to cull the doe,
The lovers enemy is a sadistic iconoclast,
The enraged lady became whirling tornado.

The mafia leader sent army to cull the doe,
Tornado responded with destruction wrath
The enraged lady became whirling tornado
She liquidated the entire thorns at growth

Tornado responded with destruction wrath
She found her enemy she was searching
She liquidated the entire thorns at growth
She heard her mother’s cry reverberating

She found her enemy she was searching
The night has descended like dark boat
She heard her mother’s cry reverberating
The death rattled in the enemy’s throat.

The night has descended like dark boat
She looked straight into her enemy’s eyes
The death rattled in the enemy’s throat
You who killed my mother paid the price

She looked straight into her enemy’s eyes
It was my mistake- his words got choked
You who killed my mother paid the price
She disappeared while his voice croaked

It was my mistake- his words got choked,
I saw the rose garden still asleep
She disappeared while his voice croaked
The emerald carpet has footprints deep

I saw the rose garden still asleep
Near the sedge a knife is dripping blood
The emerald carpet has footprints deep
The shadow of the killer has anger flood

Near the sedge a knife is bleeding blood
White cranes were leaving their nest bed
The shadow of the killer has anger flood
Song birds predicted red food and dread

White cranes were leaving their nest bed
Pear dew mist weaved curtains ahead
Song birds predicted red food and dread
I saw the sun exploding pink and red.

Copyright dr. Lsr Prasad 9.2.2018

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