This April

Fragrance of Spring

Blooms

...

Camellia smiles through my window

the soft pink petals bloom

the paths are covered with lilac lavender

.

Two eyes look through the window

and are amazed at the benedictions of the nature.

April is a Poetry Month as always

and everyday a poem is being released

from the iron bars of the traditions.

..

A woman is

still being stoned  somewhere

A woman is

still seeking safety, respect and dignity.

April month will go on

the heart’s wailing will go on.

..

As long

Within this April………

Every day is a poetry day in April

walking on the concrete sidewalk

stumbled on the pothole

fell backward and landed on my right wrist

After

could not hold a pen in my hand

not even the mouse

nor  can I click with my fingers

the letters on the keybord

to form the words for a poem

Woman’s Hands

.by Surjeet Kalsey

.

Name any work, chore, skill, art

 

where women’s hands are not seen.

 

Women’s hands work non-stop

 

round the clock everywhere.

 

Women’s hands are hermits

 

protectors and great healers.

 

                                                                                                                                                        From Foot Prints of Silence