WHERE HAS THE DAUGHTER GONE?

                                          ( Voice against Female Foeticide)

When she was in the womb, did she hear that she was banned?

    She laid stiff to where she belongs, as if she knew right then where her territory ended.

    She could hear her mother’s cries, and the yells her unseen father made,

    She feared what the outside world could be; she wanted to see it so much;

    She wanted to grow up, to be loved, cherished and respected, yet all these were but an illusion.

   

    She believed that she was made by the Creator for a purpose, but she knew that she will never

    -be able to achieve it,

    Sometimes, her tiny toes could respond to the music that was heard

    But her zeal was blown out by her breath of despair;

    She had heard the ugly conversation; if that was so then she had to go,

    She was the victim of choice; she had to go, she had to go

    Sadly there could be no one to ask, where has the daughter gone?

    Where did she go, did you show her the route?

   
*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.

THE FRUIT SALAD

                                                                           

Do you know how to make a fruit salad?

Maybe you do but let me show you how to,

For the salad made from the fruit of the Spirit makes you more humane,

Put on your apron and be ready for the life’s rollercoaster.

Take a large bowl; assume that it’s the world,

There go the chopped fruits,

Apple of love, banana of peace, orange of joy,

Papaya of patience; watermelon of kindness, and grapes for the goodness.

Cheerfulness of cherry is not to be missed; faithfulness of guava should be added

Then as a ruby drops the self-control of pomegranate,

To everyone’s delight the salad is ready;

You can have it now or you can have it later

But if you have it, a sinner will be less in this burdened world.

MIGHT NOT LOOK BAD

Was busy, so this is the first prose of the year.

I write: It is a (un)usual thing that almost everyone looks good in winter, Delhi is bitter as ever but still people are in high spirit, loud and it goes on. Today evening I saw a brave young lady having ice cream, she was in slippers with no socks, all I could do was stare at her and salute her mental strength. Anyway, if we talk about what to wear and what not to wear in winter then it all comes down to what makes you feel comfortable and what keeps you warm. Most of the girls I meet are soberly dressed, they really compliment the weather, on the other hand, 70% of the guys dress in the same black something, and the cool ones goes for leather jackets.

Personally, it is my secret winter wish to meet a dashing young man who wears cardigan and looks good in it, but sadly, I see only the elderly man in it, that too in cream and gray...boo hoo, sob, sob. One friend of mine bought a cardigan, only to locked it in his cupboard saying that it will make him look old and nerdy though he looks like one. I see no wrong in wearing cardigans, what is wrong with wearing a cardigan? It is warm, decent and hot and has a history of its own. It was named after James Brudenell, 7th Earl of Cardigan...continue (do a research of your own). Anyway, who am I to say, wear cardigans because I find the man is cardigan sooooo sweet? After all, it's their money, their body, it is their wish to buy and wear whatever they like.  Let me see how long the fascination I have for cardigans will last, but just for the time being look how cool Justin Timberlake looks in it.

PS. I am not endorsing any cardigan brands.