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Best Poems From
UDAYA PANT
(21st May 1956)
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On the Edge
Sitting at the edge
Of her own nest
The bird in retrospect
Remembering days best!
I joined my beloved
To weave nest perfect
Within my means
And enthusiasm last!
My beloved laid eggs
I managed the food
When offspring appeared
The feeling was so good!
They grew together
Chirping and fighting
For the food we gave
For the love in sighting!
Then they got wings
Changed course of things
One day they flew
To make their own livings!
My beloved at this
Could not bear the pain
All her efforts of upbringing
Went straight in vain!
She died one day
Left me to remember
All those nice memories
Keep coming and ponder!
Now I am waiting
For that ultimate
On the edge of nest
With no one intimated!
Udaya Pant
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Overdid
She brushed her teeth
With the bottled mineral water
She sanitised utensils
And crockery before use
She covered her nose
As precaution against dirt
Always kept net-mosquito
And applied the repellents
Covered fully against cold
Never ate raw food, salad
She hesitated in shaking hand
Never mixed with commoners
Used best brands cosmetics
Yet, she often fell ill
Defying logic of doctors
In others opinion
She overdid precautions!
Udaya Pant
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Passing Days
One more day has passed
This is the new day beginning
The same are the surrounding
Similar is dawn to the morning
The sun shines at the same way
The chirping of birds continues
Familiar are the noon, afternoon
So are our plans of meals for day
Evening and night are no different
Its bed time with the night now
Our plans for the next days!
Again similar are these ways
Event after event all the days
Nothing changes, no new way
Changes with the passing days
The thinking and deeds of persons
Their understanding of the World
And of course the fate of persons
Udaya Pant
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Politicians
Politicians across the World
Criticised national heralds
They keep their cool and calm
In any place or situation
They smile, hug and party
With anyone they want to
It could be a friend or foe
No one knows line they toe
Their motives can be ulterior
Their faces just an exterior
They seldom open their cards
Always in readiness to depart
In the direction of own interest
Where their ambitions rest
Whatever may be our opinions
We certainly need good politicians!
Udaya Pant
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