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Koshy 9:45am Feb 26
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SEVENTEENTH RESPECTED CONTRIBUTOR: Tribhawan Kaul
Born
in J & K State of India on 01-01-1946, I am a bilingual freelance published
writer-poet. My Poems & Short-stories have since been published in:- How to
Prevent Rape & Molestation/2010, Bhelpuri/2013, Inklinks/2013, In Our Own
Words/2013, Acerbic Anthology/2013, Wordsmiths in Their Verse/2013. Lamhe/2013,
Poems From Third World/2014, Safina/2014, Mandela Tributes/2014.
Intercontinental Anthology of Poetry for Peace/2014, Kavyashalla/2015, World
Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace/2015 & e-magazines besides
on various poetic and social websites viz Qpeka, Verdurez, Tumbhi etc. Some
more anthologies are in the pipe-line. My own published works include an anthology
of English poems ‘Children of Lost Gods’(2013) and three books in Hindi
language viz Nane Muno Ke Rupak (1959), Sab-Rang (2010), Mann Ki Tarang (2012).
My poems are basically a journey to the kingdom of poetry through the inspiring
feelings absorbed and observed of the happenings within my country, around me
and in the world giving wings to my creative imagination. Whether my poems are
subjective or objective, direct or indirect, simple or complicated do not
concern me so long as a poem gives my readers the desired thought-provoking
entertainment. I have always maintained that writing makes one a complete human
being, as it brings out the true person behind the physical facade, besides
having a calming effect on the writer in particular and readers in general.
Tribhawan
Kaul
Freelance
writer-poet/India
e-mail:-
kaultribhawan@yahoo.co.in
OUT
OF SHELL
Out
of shell, fully hatched empty handed
propitiating
goodness; robe pinkish spotless.
Black
spots commence controlling the crown
directing
body to crave for pleasures mean
senses
turning to cranking franking machine
eyes
, ogling at shapes of colour balloons
each
dustbin desires for more boons
anger
management untaught in schools
pulling
legs & rugs becoming norms
couch
potatoes celebrating loss of form
looking
down upon others for self pride,
cues
that likes of Alexander, The Great
too
came out of shell empty handed
and
went away; the same way, goes waste.
Kill
kill kill. Be the hunter not the hunted.
Kill
kill kill. The satanic senses within you.
Let
flower of anti-desire bloom
spreading
its fragrance granting boon,
“be
a homely saint not for unworthy worldly gains”.
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rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
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work showcased in the anthology is called THE PRESENT.
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