Uma nair Biography

My feet hurriedly step forth in the notes of spring,
When pressed and starched my sari hums the bell’s tring,
Spring in Delhi puts the spirit of youth in every thing,
The boys faces glance and gleam as poetry and prose fill reams.
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All of nine decades writ large in her wrinkles
Her mind mirrors the past unwilling to dwell
In the geography of the present
The Hazratbal haze of prayer has
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GODS PLAY DICE IN GAZA


The raining of fire
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MY GRANDMA

Soft skin folding
Into wrinkled satin
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PEDDLING JASMINES

I come from the slum
With jasmine,
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