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!
Agony
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.
Fulfillment
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.
Journey
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!
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Courtesy: Creation and Criticism
