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I, Oh! What a child, I have been! and what am I now! a good for nothing person with no voice and without any rightful share yet content. Happy I am to be so away from the mundane. Pity, I see myself strange bearing no semblance to the ways of the world. Like not to be in a crowd, detest socialising,...

The wild plant found in the tropics unkempt and rugged stood like an old man within the beds of exotic roses, jasmine and sunflowers. An eyesore the succulent grew in all humility. When I attempted to uproot it Swedha, my friend, a lover of plants bids me to leave it be. Enumerating on its magical u...

The conquest of Brittanica, by the races from the north, the east,and west, is portrayed citing illustrative episodes. Nonnita urgently clutches out her arms to catch David. horses run in to the farmyard courtyard clattering (into) the cobbles. Tryffin's stallion prances around the boy throwing off ...

In a family of dominant siblings, the eldest of us all is Shalu, who was the apple of my parent's eyes domineered with a will unconquerable notwithstanding an avarice insatiable Temperamental in her behaviour, she wielded enormous authority in the affairs of the family amassed the family's wealth wi...

In a family of dominant siblings, the eldest of us all is my sister, who was the apple of my parent's eyes domineered with a will unconquerable notwithstanding an avarice insatiable Temperamental in her behaviour, she wielded enormous authority in the affairs of the family amassed the largesses with...

1/Your name: Meena 2/e-mail address :meenas17@gmail.com 3/statement that the poem is your original:It is original. 4/and unpublished work:It is unpublished. 5/and that you are not representing in the current IPBC: I am not representing in the current IPBC 6/and the poem: Retrospecting Born to parent...

Born to parents well-educated and situated, I had the best of all, except orthodoxy, but discipline overwhelmed my formative years. Arockiyam, our old driver would drive through the busy roads, negotiate the heavy traffic and take me safely to school in the mornings to the music master's house in th...

Born to parents well-educated and situated, I had the best of all, except orthodoxy and discipline overwhelmed my formative years. Arockiyam, our old driver would drive through the busy roads, negotiate the heavy traffic and take me safely to school in the mornings to the music master's house in the...

Thanks Bob for seconding my poem:Arockiyam-My driver.

Best,
Meena.

The wild tropical plant unkempt and rugged stood like an odd man amidst the exotic roses, jasmine and sunflowers. An eyesore the succulent grew in all humility. When I attempted to uproot it Swedha, my friend, a lover of plants bade me not to do so. Enumerating on its magical uses she opened my eyes...

Thought the same way.
A second thought. Felt the first stanza sets the mood: the contrast, the brightly coloured flowers and the prosaic, dull succulent, would be of interest.
I will read it again and decide Bob.
I miss my revision, Frank.
Old habits die hard.

Meena.

Hi Frank, I could feel your joy, the flip- licking joy. In your ecstasy, you call the majesty, call out "oh, magically". The mirth is infectious . Did you really dance shouting hip- hip? Your wife looks at you sadly, she being foreign, European. The line is telling. I actually see your wife feeling ...

Thanks, Frank. I am overwhelmed.

Regards,
Meena.

A wild plant found in the tropics rugged and unkempt stalks shoot up not in one direction looks not very exciting known as a succulent braves any weather withstands drought survives floods grows in my garden with Hibiscus, Ixoras, Jasmine and Sunflowers. An eyesore amidst such exuberance the succule...

Solitude is what I prefer. I was persuaded by a common friend to attend a gathering I found myself out of place. Always gossip in these functions. so exasperating, I moved beyond. Mona rushed to the stage. He looked agitated. Seemed as though possessed by a spirit. He began his discourse. How to sme...

I am not from Oxford.
I thought, till now, my grammar was good, not faulty.
Now, I am nervous.
Grammatical errors are unpardonable.
Let me check my poem.
Meena

I wish not to be in a crowd but had to once. I was persuaded by my close relatives to attend a meeting where we had to decide on policies concerning business. I entered with hesitation. The gossip unrelated to the issue drove me out of gear. In exasperation, I quit. Mona, who was sulking on the back...

Not keen on attending functions or gatherings I had to participate in a family get- together where I heard gossip all through. Exasperated, I moved beyond. The assembly soon after my exit was addressed by Mona with the face painted scarlet as if possessed by spirits. My ears pricked up. He spoke at ...

Not keen on attending functions or gatherings I had to participate in a family get together where I heard gossip all through. Exasperated, I moved beyond. The assembly soon after my exit was addressed by Mona with the face painted scarlet as if possessed by spirits. My ears pricked up. He spoke at l...

Not keen on attending functions or gatherings I had to participate in a function Exasperated, I moved beyond. The assembly soon after was addressed by a man with the face turned red as if possessed by spirits. My ears cocked up. He spoke at length of how to smear ash on the forehead. Known as Mona, ...

In pursuit of a dalliance, the peacock screams the peahen is unruffled. She busies herself with her brood. Restless, he cries iaoo, vei, iaooo a kind of a summons she returns. Delighted, he runs to her, nudges, coaxes her by pricking her with his beak fans her with his gorgeous feathers goes around ...

It has to.
My first workshopping sounds not critical being an appreciation.

Best wishes,
Meena

I like the opening. A sanatorium is located in one of the loveliest places on lake Maggiore, where plenty of fresh air is available. "The skies darken", sets the tone of the poem. The illness has forced him to get admitted in a sanatorium and he is away from his family. He writes a letter to his Mam...

In pursuit of a dalliance, the peacock screams the peahen listens unperturbed. She is busy with her brood feeding them. Restless, he hoots and cries a kind of a summon the peahen returns. Delighted, he runs to her, nudges, coaxes her by pricking her with his beak fans her with his gorgeous feathers ...

Frank,
I will do.

Meena.