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The Music of My Heart – 5 Poems of Devi Nangrani from America

The Music of My Heart – 5 Poems of Devi Nangrani from America

Listen to my Heart Beat, I am the singing melody of my Land that gently tunes in rhythm, wrapping me in her essence 

[author title=”Devi Nangrani” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Devi-Nangrani-Poet-Author-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]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 Sindhi Ghazal, and then to the translation of literary works from Sindhi to Hindi and vice versa. She is expert of various languages like Urdu, Marathi,Telugu, Gurumukhi etc. She has published 26 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 among others. She is settled in USA and can also be contacted at dnangrani@gmail.com.[/author]


The Music of My Heart 

 Listen to my Heart Beat

I am the singing melody of my Land

That gently tunes in rhythm

Wrapping me in her essence 

 My thoughts dance in tune

With the melody of my heart beat

In the Canopy of fragrance!  

They dance as daisies in my memory

Growing with me where I stand

Sometimes longer, at times shorter. 

But never have I felt without the Source

That reflects my thoughts

To dance with the melody

Of my Heart Beat!  


The agony of my body

Only my mind feels

The agony of my mind

Only my soul knows.

The distractions of the world

Attract to deviate the soul from focus

The goal is lost astray

It knows the unknown

Trapped and entangled.

The struggle for release is a war

In the cage of body and mind

That is the agony of the soul.  

 Disowned Relations  

The babe born in the cradle

Exposed to the melody

Of the mother’s lullabies

The privilege of childhood is mine.

The youth that blooms,

From the bud of innocence

And the droplets of blood

Flowing in his nerves are mine.

In this world of selfish relations

The sting of grief

That makes my heart bleed is mine

The un-healing wounds of worry are mine

The scattered and shattered entity

In storm of relations is mine

But I am nobody of anybody.  


The bottomless vessel

Of my wishes is never filled

The more it gets

The more it wants. 

The unquenched thirst for desires

Keeps it empty

The fulfillment is our choice

For we draw the line

To the extent of our wants

To satisfy our unquenched thirst

To be quenched.  


When I travel

From the tip of my toe to the top

With no distinction between

The physical and astral me

That is the moment of fire

Between me and my real self

To meet myself and enjoy the union!

Within me is an island

Hidden from the sea of my body

In there I shed a tear

Hidden from the eye of my spirit!

For I feel the separation

The yearning, a tearing apart void

In the space that is within me

To reach my destination

Never to be back from top to toe!


Courtesy: Creation and Criticism