Ampat Koshy 9:45am Feb 26
Our 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.
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”.
-----------------------------------------------All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
His work showcased in the anthology is called THE PRESENT.
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Our SEVENTEENTH RESPECTED CONTRIBUTOR: TRIBHAWAN KAUL Born in J & K State of India on 01-01-1946,...