Ratnaprabha Raykar’s poem is a #Poetry6 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now
Author: Ratnaprabha Raykar
Ratnaprabha Raykar lives in Bangalore, loves the play of words. An avid reader.. writing poems is her catharsis...Her poems are published in poemhunters.com,allpoetry.com, Facebook and various other poem sites.
Treasured and coveted by Choice
I Bring in love and abundance A living jewel I Swim in a pool Am Koi cool Spreading peace ________________________________ Connect with Penmancy: ________________________________
An Apple That Fell
Ratnaprabha Rayakar Fabienne Reynolds shares the poem ‘An Apple That Fell’ for #PoetryPrompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today.
An Uncle I Look up to
Ratnaprabha’s ‘An Uncle I Look up to’ is a #Poetry3 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Rain, A Blessing
Rain , you are a blessing Slither down silently , Bringing joy,solace cheer Look up in gratitude Never fail year by year Rain you are
The Dark Night
As the embers of light go dim and bleak The darkness of the night deepens and heightens The night is still and placid Yet the
Old Father Damodar
Old Father Damodar has a mansion E-I-E-I-A-O And in that mansion lived his son iPod in his ears and an iPhone in his hands Neither
Celestial Grace
Vault of diverse wishes Expectations many Saw a few as distant Sighted many, likely Embarked on to attain Lone me,I thought I could Overburdened, weary
The Disappearing One
The chirping of the sparrows, was music to our ears Watching you hop around was a joy to children A memory of the bygone days
My Grown up Babes
Chanced upon a treasure in the attic Toys, wish cards done by dainty little hands Pretty frocks, tiny shirts shorts chromatic GI Joes, Pokemon, all
A Love Saga
Lores of valour and heroism of the Gallant Reaches the beauty, cupid strikes her in an instant The Gallant bemused by tales of her beauty,
A Mug of Ambrosia
A mug of ambrosia, brown dark and bubbly A layer of foaming cream floating on top The aroma wafts in as it comes humbly Go
The Raging One
Stood facing the raging ocean, as a child The evening breeze, blows on my face Evanescent Sun sets in the vast ocean The celestial sky,
Our Journey
Holding an old yellowing card It’s fringes not holding Hearth warm It’s Thirty and six summers cleared Blitzed through hardships, smiling In form Stepping into
Girl Child
They are coming To see the girl Said her uncle But she hated The word ‘girl’, sounded like’ cattle’ in a fair Being treated Like
Mother to be
The phone in her hand vibrates ..shaking her out of her thoughts.Her son lay in the hospital bed waiting for the second chemo “hello ma’am
All of Ten
A sink full of vessels clink and stink Rink laden with soiled and befouled garbs Cleaned, to be rooms with brooms Fumes to be endured