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	Geetima Baruah Sarma
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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 21 january 2014

DEW-DROPS

Dew-drops,
Adorn a morn,
Glitter like pearls,
Cling on to cobwebs,
Rest on petals and grass,
As if to herald the golden sun,
And shine with a bright sparkle.

[Published in 'HighOnPoems' on 21 January 2014]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 january 2014

WHY?

Days pass by
and I sometimes
wonder...
Why do we do
certain things?
Helping an old man
to cross the street
and helping a child
who has lost his way.
Perhaps, for the
love of mankind
and sympathy
towards one another,
that we go forward
to extend
a helping hand
even to a stranger.

[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in January 2014 issue]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 january 2014

FOOTPRINTS

He left his footprints,
For us to trail,
His legacy unparalleled,
‘Mahapurush’ we hail.

Born at Bordowa,
Nurtured by his grandmother,
A child prodigy,
His pilgrimage thereafter.

Founded a new cult,
'Ek Saran Naam Dharma',
Preached doctrines of 'Vaishnavism',
Set up 'Namghar' and 'Satra'.

Composed devotional songs 'Borgeet',
Wrote 'Bhakti Ratnakar', 'Kirtan Ghosha',
Created one act plays 'Ankiya-Naat',
Innovated the dance form 'Satriya'.

An inspiration for all,
A great humanitarian he was,
Enriched Assamese culture and literature,
Lived for hundred and eighteen years.

He is Srimanta Sankardev,
An outstanding personality ever,
A versatile genius of creativity,
The saint, scholar, and reformer.

[Published in ‘iBuzzle’ on 3 January 2014]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 november 2013

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

She kept awake
whole night long,
her eyelids
refused to bow
and a thought
whirled
round and round.
Seconds, minutes
and hours gone,
slumber stood
at the threshold,
the moon sailed
through the sky
reflecting light
all around
but her thought
recurred
round and round.
She felt miserable
and it seemed as if
huge black curtains
were forcefully
pulled before her,
blocking her vision
of radiant light,
leaving her
farthest behind,
leaving her
all alone,
all by herself.

[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in November 2013 issue]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 23 october 2013

ASSET

Do we analyse what we lack?
Do we judge where we stand?
We feel uncomfortable seeing others
Standing on pedestals.
We try to pull them down
Instead of pulling ourselves up.
A sand-clock looks
Half full and half empty.
Why not try to fill up the void?
Perhaps we lack an asset.
The asset of courage,
The courage to move forward,
To judge ourselves,
To assess where we lack.

[Published in 'Fire Bird Poetry' on 23 October 2013]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 10 october 2013

SEASON SOJOURN

O winged ones,
You come in thousands
From distant lands
To enjoy the cool lap
Of the winter season
And enjoy your sojourn.
Don’t you feel weary
Flying across the miles?
I overwhelm with
Feelings of wonder
As I observe your unity,
Strength and splendour.

[Published in 'PoemsClub.com' on 10 October 2013]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 8 october 2013

TIME

Time waits for none,
A moment if we shun,
We'll find the difference,
Its worth, packed with chance.
It can make us or mar us,
Every second depends on us,
Whether we plan properly,
Or be idle, lazy and sleepy.
It's certainly a great healer,
Also life's best teacher,
The perfect time is the present,
To utilise it and win a present.

[Published in 'Fire bird poetry' on 7 October 2013 and 'PoemsClub.com' on 9 October 2013]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 1 october 2013

REMEMBERING GANDHIJI

Born to our great motherland India,
We regard you as 'Father of the Nation'.

Your greatness was your simplicity,
Your life was an example of integrity.

You followed the teachings of ‘Gita’,
Kabiguru entitled you ‘Mahatma’.

Gandhiji, we love to call you ‘Bapu’,
We, the nation, pay homage to you.

[Published in ‘iBuzzle’ on 1 October 2013]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 september 2013

BREAK FREE

We are born free,
Yet find ourselves,
Fastened with shackles.

Attachments confine us,
Inflict pain at times,
A search for solace sometimes.

We yearn to break free,
Escape and flee,
To somewhere unknown.

But can we live alone,
Or can we stay long,
In a place unknown?

Responsibilities summon us,
Relationships beckon us,
To bring us back to reality.

[Published in 'Boloji.com' on 23 September 2013]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 10 september 2013

BHOGALI BIHU

Season’s yield,
Granaries filled,
Mid-January,
Festival Bhogali.
Uruka evening,
Enjoyment and feasting,
Building the Bhelaghar,
Pranks with the neighbour.
The morning after,
Obeisance to the God of fire,
Burning the tall Meji,
Made of bamboo and paddy.
Sunga pitha, kaath aloo,
Customary delights of Magh Bihu,
With friends and families,
Flavours of Assamese delicacies.

[Published in ‘Poetreecreations’ on 8 September 2013]

Short note: Bhogali Bihu is a harvest festival of Assam, a state of north-east India. The festival is celebrated in mid-January, marking the end of the harvest season. Bhogali means feasting and enjoyment. It is also known as Magh Bihu as celebrations are held in the month of Magh, the tenth month of the Assamese calendar. On the eve known as Uruka, people gather for a community feast with friends and families. A variety of dishes that include meat and fish are cooked over wood flame. Using bamboo and paddy, a temporary hut called Bhelaghar and a tall structure known as Meji are built. Merriment continues throughout the night as youths play pranks like stealing vegetables from the neighbour’s garden. Next morning, offerings are made to the God of fire and people enjoy the traditional delicacies like sunga pitha, kaath aloo etc.

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Other poems: DEW-DROPS, WHY?, FOOTPRINTS, A SLEEPLESS NIGHT, ASSET, SEASON SOJOURN, TIME, REMEMBERING GANDHIJI, BREAK FREE, BHOGALI BIHU, MISUNDERSTANDING, INTROSPECTION, STRANGER, NOT FOR LONG, SELF-DEFENCE, THE LOST SMILE, DANSEUSE, NATURE'S LAMENT, THE FALLEN LEAVES, HAIKU 2, SUNRISE, YEARNING, BORDOICHILA, GET-TOGETHER, LIMERICK VERSE, A GIFT, ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, PANORAMA NORTH-EAST, PEN POWER, OBEISANCE, DIGBOI, THE LIGHT OF LIFE, FEATHERED FRIENDS, 'KOPILI' IMMORTALIZED, SECRET, SOJOURN, SILENT ENEMY, CHALLENGES, LIFE REGAINED, HORIZON, CHANGE, HAIKU 1, TRAVELLER, RECREATION, SALUTATIONS TO 'KALAGURU', CHILD LABOUR, SAGA OF FRIENDSHIP, RONGALI BIHU, FREEDOM, BEAUTIFUL ARUNACHAL, LOVE SUBLIME, ODE TO MORNING, REMEMBERING NETAJI, NIGHT QUEEN, RELATIONSHIP, A SONG FOR 'MELANGE', SAVE WATER, SILENT SUFFERERS, I LIKE, A DREAM, NATURE IN OBLIVION, BEYOND A NAME, BOND WITH MUSIC, FLY AWAY, QUESTIONABLE, MISERY, VEIL OF DARKNESS, WAVES OF TERROR, REFLECTION, A WISH, A REUNION, A LADY WITH A DIFFERENCE, A BALLAD ON SELF-REALIZATION, I FEEL, ADIEU, A LETTER, HARMONY,

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DEW-DROPS

WHY?

FOOTPRINTS

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

ASSET

SEASON SOJOURN

TIME

REMEMBERING GANDHIJI

BREAK FREE

BHOGALI BIHU

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