My poem on Kalyani

 6 April 2025. Sunday morning

One day, on a morning of April sunshine,

she came.

She was not alone;

she came with her three children; I saw her as never before.

She was a kid again, one of them.

She frolicked like a fawn, dipped her feet in the sand and waves.

They talked to the sea as if to a long lost friend,

and returned to the bed of sand,

virgin but for their footprints in the unruffled bed of sand, the sand

left behind by the ebbing tide.

She was a river flowing in flood.

The sea had that day read her mind and soul;

took away the gloom gathered over time,

and filled her pockets with pearls and shells,

a gift, a blessing that will echo over time.

Comments on my poem on Kalyani

 Françoise Dhulesia

The vision was that of a dream, this perfect moment when the world opens up and the mind is in unision with nature.

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Sushama Karnik

Françoise Dhulesia It was based on my visit to Aqsa beach , a few miles away from our house. I visited the beach with my son's wife and my three grandchildren on a morning.

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Françoise Dhulesia

Sushama Karnik How wonderful!

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Sushama Karnik

Françoise Dhulesia

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Mahee Dharan

Wov....life itself is a dream ....how can we revise yesterdays....each moment lives in memories....sweet sometimes sad ....all are memories...dream itself is a memory....I can see you now in my memory....that's also a dream ....the essence of a dream is a vision....now I can realise the seed hides in your poetry jee...it germinates in my dream ....love you so much my honorable friend...mahe

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Sushama Karnik

Mahee Dharan Thank you so much, Mahee Dharan for this beautiful comment.

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Sushama Karnik

I wrote this for my daughter-in-law. She and her three children had come from Canada and stayed with me for a few days. This poem celebrates the memory of my vision of her and the children playing on Aqsa Beach. I like your precious comment, not a comment but a vibrant poem like your works of art in sculpture. I'll save this post among my saved posts. You can't imagine how happy I am to have received such a fine tribute to the place of moments lived in memory in our lives. Thank you so much my dear friend.

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