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Creation and Criticism

ISSN: 2455-9687  

(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal

Devoted to English Language and Literature)

Vol. 02, Issue 04 : Jan 2017

Five Poems of Umashanker Yadav


Umashanker Yadav is an Ahmedabad-based businessman. His first poetry collection ‘Beyond Dreamz’ was published in 2015. He is the Festival Director of AILF. He can be contacted at umashanker@ikonsolutions.in.



1. Mother

 

Mother, a feeling

Most beautiful and endearing

Creates a life

Putting her all at stake

Always sacrifices

Her comforts and longings

A strong wall

Which no one can shake

 

No one can replace

Relation

Closely knit heart and

Emotion

If she is alive

It is always a shade

If no more

Memories never fade

 

Mother’s lap is always

A bliss and safe feeling

Whether win an award

Or do a wrong dealing

Many times, understood

After time is gone

No point in repenting

Since nothing can be done

 

Even best done for her

Is never satisfying

“Should have done more”

Evokes crying

If she is not there

To see and glorify

Awards and success

Never satisfy.

 

2. To Loved One

 

Remember you

Looking at stars at night

Heart sighs and says

To the broken sight

 

You must make merry

Throughout your life

My love and prayer

Would vanish strife

 

Your proximity invokes

Heavenly feelings

Remain unaware of

Pressures and reelings

 

Touch and fragrance

Are inexplicable

Moments with you

Are unforgettable

 

Continue coming in

The web of dreams

Will keep on floating

On the ocean of streams.

 

3. Internal Conflict

 

Conflicts are many

Some manageable and known

Others uncontrolled

And overgrown

 

Whole time is spent

In mending holes

When one is filled

The other is rolled

 

Conflicts arise from

Cross purposes

One likes something

Other opposes.

 

4. Broken Dreams

 

A boy from village

With humble background

Enters the world

With fury and sound

 

Genius and diligent he is

With unlimited dreams

Awards got many

Has been among creams

 

With aim, Sky is the limit 

Wants to do everything

Time runs fast

Not focussed on any one thing

 

Slowly, realisation dawns

He is missing the train

Many have been lost

Very few are left to gain

 

Panic button is pressed

It is a question of survival

Modest living is made

Without any scope of revival

 

Sheer wastage of talent

For country and communities

Result of unfocussed approach

No guidance and lost opportunities

 

With scars on the soul

And bruised, trampled ego

Carries broken dreams

Which he cannot forgo.

 

5. Distance

 

This coming of together

And separating again

Has left the heart

With void and pain

 

Hope to meet

Again very soon

May be in the morning

Evening or noon

 

You are staying always

In my breaths

No one can snatch you

Till my death

 

I will always be waiting

Unabated

You are my blank cheque

Written undated.

 


 

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