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Devi Nangrani, born in Karachi, Sindh in 1941, is a celebrated Sindhi, Hindi and English poet, writer and critic. Sindhi being her mother tongue, she started her write ups with Hindi Ghazal, and then to the translation of literary works from Sindhi to Hindi and vice versa. She has published 24 books, and her stories and articles have also appeared in various magazines and newspapers of national and international repute. She is a recipient of the NCPSL Award. She resides at USA- 480 W Surf Street, Elmhurst IL 60126 and can also be contacted at email@example.com.
1. The Entity
The entity of humans
Is but a prisoner
In the web of his own intricacies
A prisoner of love
Of hate, of passion
Of the good and the bad
The entity rolls
From the lips of life
The silent chambers of grave.
2. A Silent Pond
A little pebble
Falls in a silent pond
Stirring the layers beneath
Creating turmoil in the water.
The layers exchange place
The crystal clear water above
Goes down deep beneath
Replacing the muddy mingled water
To retains the clarity on the surface.
Same is with the experience
Where sound disturbs the silence
Stirring the stillness of solitude.
Awake from the sleep of ignorance
Go beyond the body
To learn the lessons from timeless space
Message of Divine Design.
Faith is a conviction
We fail to know the truth
As doubts pertain the mind.
Hence listen to the speechless sound
That directs your way
To see the torch of wisdom
With inward eye
And intellectually lead the thoughts
Through the intensity of thoughtfulness
To attain the goal.
4. Adam & Eve
The EVE of my heart at every dawn
Dreams of a life's paradise on earth
The ADAM that is in my heart
Is thrilled, at the beauty of EVE
So serene, so pure as a lily
Making a perfect link
Between him and life.
But the invisible wings of deadly death
Crawl to come closer
Filling the depths of my heart with sorrow
Bringing tears onto my eyes
Leaving behind a broken heart
And a tomb of my own wishes and hopes
On which fall
The tears from the eye of my heart
And fill it with chill,
as does the winter's dew
On the leaf of the meadow of my life.
Desire is desire, a kindling fire
Some new attractions keep me attached
The old replace the new with limitations.
But the territory of life is breath span.
Through the open doors of my heart
Comes unexpected pleasure
Misery finds way without knocking
The good or bad,
soothing or soaring enters
As my heart is open to all approaches
And with time,
Pleasure and pain shall fade
To make room for the new saplings of desire
The fruits of new pleasure and new pain.