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Sagar Mal Gupta

Sagar Mal Gupta

Birds and Flowers Are More Faithful Than Man

Dark lovely clouds gather in the sky
arousing eager expectations in the crops below.
They are waiting expectantly for the drops of rain
to receive them in their bosoms.
The cruel gale appears carrying the clouds away.
A dainty damsel waits for her lover
like everyday on the park bench at the same place
under the jasmine creeper haunted by birds.
But the lover didn't turn up .
Every moment of wait was a torture .
Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks
melting the make-up away .
Her favourite bird sitting in the creeper noticed this.
She felt pity for the poor girl
She dropped a bunch of jasmine flowers
They fell into her lap
Sharp fragrance of these flowers reached her nostrils
and gladdened her pensive heart .
'I love the fragrance of these flowers', she said
'I thought nobody loves me
but there are some people
who still care for me' , she said .
'Birds and flowers are more faithful
than man' I think.

My Little Bird

You call me your lovely little bird .
I don't dislike this form of address
but then why do you keep me
caged, confined cribbed
within the four walls of this house .
I wish to stir out
I want to fly in the vast sky
to explore ,to see the beautiful mountains,
rivers and snow covered peaks .
I will convert myself into a cow
and search new green pastures to graze.
Then I would change into a kite
and fly across the Atlantic
Land into the USA
Seek admission at Princeton University
Do Ph.D. in computer science
Launch my own company
Earn a lot of money
Bring name and fame
to you and your family
and my own family.
You could still call me
Your little bird, in fact, 'Your Birdie' .

I Was Waiting For 'Yes'

We grew together
Our houses were adjacent
We liked each other .
It seemed she cared for me
I ,too, cared for her .
'Would you marry me' said I
She smiled and ran away .
After four years . I was
a computer graduate
I got a job in Bangaluru.
I was leaving so I asked
her once again .
'Would you marry me ?'
She smiled and walked away .
After four years
I was to leave for the States .
Once again I asked her
'Would you marry me ?'
Again she smiled and
walked away slowly .
I came back from the USA
after twenty years .
She came to meet me .
I asked her ,'Are you married ?'
She nodded her head
in the negative .
She asked me , 'Are you married ?'
I said , "No ."
'Why didn't you marry ?"
I asked her .
She said , 'I was waiting for
you to marry me .'
'Why didn't you marry?',
she asked me.
I said , 'I was waiting
for you to say 'Yes' .

Another Chance

With shaking hands
she handed over the match – box
to the duo .
'Burn me if you like
but my father has no money
to buy you a car.'
Son mischievously tells mother ,
we shall have to give her/us
another chance.

If I Am A Girl So What ?

Yes I am a girl
I am a daughter
I am a woman
I am a mother
I am a wife
I am a sister
So what ?
I can do what you can do .
I am a bull-dozer to
age old rotten traditions .
I am anti-biotics to
superstitions .
I am a steam-roller
to false beliefs
and ignorance .
I am a trail-blazer
to new knowledge.
I am a trend-setter
to new traditions and beliefs.
I am a weapon of
revolution .
I am an engine
of change .
I will bring name
fame to you, to the family
and the nation.
Yes I am a girl
so what ?
I can do what you can do .


The flora has draped the earth
with a saree woven out of
choicest soft green leaves
with inlaid golden patterns .
Adorned her prominent parts of the
body with floral ornaments .
created out of red roses
yellow mustards and white lilies .
The earth looks a stunning youthful bride.
The fauna has decorated
the sun with sparkling
diamonds , emeralds, topaz
and rubies made of rays.
The sun looks a dazzling bridegroom.
All the plants ,creepers
animals and birds
have gathered to celebrate
the solemn nuptial ceremony
of the sun and the earth .
Gods are waiting in the sky
as spectators and witnesses
of this divine celebration .



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Suyash S – ‘The Crazy Stalker’
Tuhin Harit – ‘The Time Machine’

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