Call Me Not
Call me not ‘Your World’
Big and bad
Is how it is
Make me not ‘Your Country’
Stifle me not with jingoism
Tom-tom your possession
Call me instead, ‘Your Lost Sleepy Village’
Where not an inch of terrain
Is unfamiliar
No small talk
With indifferent neighbour
Call me not ‘Your World’
Not this world, at least
This one that I know
Cuts trees
And tongues
At will
A
Drifting Cloud
I do not know why
You try to touch
A cloud
Standing on toe
As tall as you are
Only this far that you can go
The restaurants closed
For the night
You toss cigarette in bin
It never rains
In a city like yours
I don't know why
You raise hands
When the keys are in
Deep recesses of pockets
Address books in mind
The way home isn't too far
Don't know why
You think
A drifting cloud
Will wait
Vandana Kumar is a Middle School French teacher in New Delhi. An educator with over 20 years of experience, she is also a French translator and recruitment consultant.
She has been published in various national and international
journals and websites like ‘Mad Swirl’, Toronto based ‘Scarlet Leaf Review’, Philadelphia
based ‘North of Oxford’, Asia based ‘Borderless Journal’, UK based ‘Destiny
Poets’ etc. She has been shortlisted and published in competitive anthologies
like the ‘2017 Annual Poetry Competition’ and the ‘Woman Inc. – TWIBB Sakhi
Annual Poetry Awards 2019’. She featured in the winter 2020 edition of the
Houston, Texas based – ‘Harbinger Asylum’.
She has also been published in the prestigious ‘Madras Courier.’ A
French translation of Dr. Ampat Koshy’s poem along with 5 of her own poems have
featured in the ‘Fasihi Magazine’. In January, 2021 two of her poems featured
in the “The Kali Project” which was published by the US based “Indie Blu(e)
Publishing”.
Apart from poetry, she also writes articles on cinema that
have appeared on websites and journals like ‘Just-cinema’, ‘Daily Eye’, ‘The
Free Press Journal’ etc. Poetry for her,
is her stress buster, her flight of fancy and strangely, what keeps her rooted
too.
Excellent poems.The first one cuts like a knife through butter!
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