They were learned
high born & pure.
The path they tread is holy
so was the decree.
Howbeit their abode
barren & devoid.

As a sacred soul mourned
the depraved mocked.
He embraced
They disgraced.
He loved, cared, cherished
they jabbed, jeered & spurned.
He labored, fostered, nourished
But its grains they shunned.
He nursed the enfeebled
Where your blossoms pricked.
It was more his

What you claim yours.

A finger was raised at thee

but three to thyself.

Behold its fair heart

against your murky white rind.

For it is he, the benignant sage

to be revered by all.

(c) Anita Desai September 2016


Author: Anita Desai

I am an alumni of the University of Delhi. An administration and human resources professional, I was associated in the past with Embassy of Israel and with the UKaid's development programs n New Delhi. An emerging writer, poet, blogger, with interests in reading/writing short stories, I discovered my flair for writing during a career break. My short story "The Domestic Maid' features on an online literary community 'New Asian Writing'. 'Epileptic', a short love story, has been published by Nivasini Publishers in their 2015 anthology, 'Celebrating India - Love Without Borders'. My Hindi poem 'Navnirman' has been shortlisted or publishing in 2017 in two anthologies by Authorspress and Nivasini Publishers. I share my opinions on social/political causes of human interest on '', a social journalism platform.

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