Poems by Nelvagal Nalini
>From light to night,
In the shadows of her hovel,
Covered in palm and husk,
She rubs and rolls the dense, gray
A drop of heady oil now and then,
Shaping and pulling, folding and twirling
Until it yields like a repentant child.
Rows of black soldiers
All on rattan sticks waiting
For tomorrow’s Sun.
Then, dried and brittle and bunched,
(Like Crusoe’s days),
They are to burn,
Scenting some serene God.
The God in all His wisdom,
Partakes of this curling scent,
And sends to the palm and husk hovel
Poverty, with peace and content.
THIS IS MY EARTH.
This is my earth.
With a night sky of Prussian with diamonds
Where I stand. Has yours?
My earth drapes me with a perfumed
Wind as I stand in the warm summer
Rain. Does yours?
My earth embraces that struggling
Weak seedling I cast away,
Nurturing it into a giving banyan
My earth gives martyrs and sinners that
Same safe final home
Forgiving, forgiving. Does yours?
Her moods change with the seasons
Loving, laughing. Yours too?
Then it’s our earth! Our one!
Not that fragmented, muddy, war
Stained, trampled, bloodied, mess!
They dance and they revel,
Sweet emotions driven
By the play of an Unseen Hand;
Like the thunder and rain ,
And Every and All,
Puppets in Nobody land.
Biographical sketch: As a practising gynaecologist in urban
India,I am touched by the lives of the women I meet.
Nelvagal Nalini recommends:
Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
Reason: A book about true love ,physical or spiritual, as
the reader interprets it. The fluid beauty
inspires me to further a search for my higher Self.
Recommendations for writers:
Poetry is best while in that emotional space, where, the theme
is a visual experience in a kind of virtual reality.