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	Geetima Baruah Sarma
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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 6 october 2012

CHANGE

We cry for change,
A better place to live in,
We long for peace,
A world sans misery, fear.
Who shall change?
Do we ever ponder?
Am I not the first?
Oh! Fingers point exterior...
Absolute power is within us,
Only efforts needed to afresh,
Just dare to speak the truth
And bring about a change.

[Published in 'Creative Thoughts' on 7 August 2011]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 6 january 2013

SOJOURN

Nature embellishes with
The advent of autumn,
The blooming of sewali,
The swaying of kohuwa,
To herald Divine Mother,
Who alights with her children,
For an annual sojourn,
Bedecked in ornaments,
Equipped with weapons,
To represent
Elimination of evil
And symbolize
Victory of the virtuous.
Her earthly sojourn
Delights every worshipper,
Enthralls the youngsters
And elderly equally,
To the rhythm of dhak,
To the sound of uruli,
To the illuminated mandap,
To the instant jalebi.
Her sojourn ends
On the tenth day
Of the moon's phase
And she proceeds
Towards the river
With divine grace,
Along with the crowd
Who follows her
With utmost reverence.

[Published in the e-magazine 'Enajori' in October 2011 issue]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 21 february 2013

A GIFT

(Dedicated to my mother)

You smiled at me,
Even though you were in pain,
You sacrificed for me,
Never thought about your gain.
You brought me up,
With lots of love and affection,
You stood by me,
Giving me utmost protection.
You inculcated in me,
Good habits and values,
You patiently taught me,
Prepare savoury menus.
You still care for me,
Although I stay remote,
You are divine to me,
My precious gift from God.

[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 4 February 2012]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 14 march 2012

BEAUTIFUL ARUNACHAL

She engrosses her lovely name,
As the first spectator of the rising sun,
Her picturesque beauty conceals within,
If tourist destinations remain undone.

Mighty Siang River flows across her,
Also Lohit, Tirap, Kameng, Subansiri,
Amidst the valleys towards the plains,
To cultivate crops, produce electricity.

Bhalukpong on her foothills greets visitors,
Tipi attracts numerous orchid lovers,
Tawang Memorial salutes her war heroes,
Snow-clad Sela Pass delights travellers.

Itanagar is her capital and hornbill, the state bird,
Apong, the local brew and chubas, the local dress,
Sanctuaries, monasteries, fair at Parasuram Kund,
Losar, a festival and Ajilhamu, a colourful dance.

She's home to several major native tribes,
A house of exotic flora and endangered fauna,
An enlightening adventure to discerning trekkers,
A treasure-trove of natural scenic splendour.

[Published in the column 'Spark' of 'The Arunachal Times' on 12 March 2011]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 16 august 2013

STRANGER

My mind was filled
With too many thoughts,
Thoughts of the past,
Thoughts of the future,
Thoughts about my near and dear;
I began to worry,
I was unhappy,
I felt so heavy.
One night, I saw in a dream,
A stranger on a train
Sitting opposite to me
And asking me,
‘Why are you unhappy?’
I was shocked!
Had he the power to read my mind?
He said slowly,
‘Let go everything,
Fix your mind on the Almighty,
Think of Him
And He shall think about you.’
I woke up with a start!
Who was this stranger?
I thought,
Well, let me try.
I let go everything,
Began to think of Him,
My worries disappeared,
I felt so happy and so light!

[Published in 'Poetreecreations' on 15 August 2013]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 22 february 2012

I LIKE

I like to see -
The sun rising,
The flowers blooming,
A baby smiling,
The stars twinkling.

I like to hear -
The notes of a sitar,
My husband playing the guitar,
The advice from a wellwisher,
The encouraging words of my father.

I like to touch -
The dew-drops on a flower,
The water of a flowing river,
The soft hair of my son,
The lovely sweaters knitted by mom.

[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 30 October 2010]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 21 february 2012

A DREAM

I lost touch with you
For so many years,
But when I think of you,
It seems like -
Time is passing by
Yet, everything between us
Remain just the same.
Meeting you was
An unforgettable moment,
Meeting you again would be
The happiest moment.
I reminisce
Your care and attention,
Your association and deep bond.
My wish has
Turned into a dream
And I wish to
Realise my dream.

[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 3 October 2010]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 20 february 2012

NATURE IN OBLIVION

Walking down memory lane,
I feel myself fortunate,
I've seen colours of nature,
I've myriad memories to cherish...
Playing hide-and-seek
And doll's marriages,
Jumping on puddles
And sailing paper-boats.

Walking through crowded streets,
I feel as if -
Nature's on the verge of oblivion,
Been replaced by technology...
Playing games on mobile
And watching videos,
Browsing the internet
And viewing the idiot box.

[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 2 October 2010]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 26 december 2011

ADIEU

One of the outstanding personalities of this corporation,
His success lied in his devotion, determination,
An able leader, highly committed to his work,
Laid great emphasis on co-operation and team work.
Largely appreciated for his discipline and punctuality,
His talent in cricket and badminton equally praiseworthy.
His large heartedness revealed his inner goodness,
Displaying his pleasing personality and nature of forgiveness.
Departure to another world, a harsh reality indeed,
Praying for his eternal peace, adieu I bid.

[Published in the souvenir 'Reverence' on 21 February 2010]

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 7 january 2012

I FEEL

(Dedicated to the youth)

When I was young,
My teacher once asked me,
What will I be,
When I grow up.
I replied, 'a teacher'.
But today,
In this age of kalyug,
I feel -
Each one of us,
Should strive to be,
A good human being first.

[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 27 February 2010]

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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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CHANGE

SOJOURN

A GIFT

BEAUTIFUL ARUNACHAL

STRANGER

I LIKE

A DREAM

NATURE IN OBLIVION

ADIEU

I FEEL

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