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					<description><![CDATA[<p>FlowIt was just yesterday After a long labour I got the most precious gift of life You, my son And today you are all ready To leave the nest To discover your own path And to make your own destiny Time is like river Always flowing forward Never goes back With you I have lived [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d8f6c191a362d205a76219cf8f476801"><strong>Flow</strong><br><br>It was just yesterday <br>After a long labour <br>I got the most precious gift of life <br>You, my son <br>And today you are all ready  <br>To leave the nest <br>To discover your own path <br>And to make your own destiny <br>Time is like river <br>Always flowing forward <br>Never goes back <br>With you I have lived and enjoyed <br>Each and every moment <br>Life is like river <br>Sometimes it’s sweet and gentle <br>Sometimes rapids come out from nowhere <br>When you will step out in the real world <br>Away from the cocoon of my love <br>Be open <br>Be like river<br>Flow <br>Do not hold on to things <br>Work hard <br>Time is the greatest teacher <br>Time and opportunity wait for no one <br>So be there <br>Be present <br>You have got to own your days <br>And live them, each one of them<br>You have to go with the flow <br>Maintaining control and balance <br>Like all rivers must have a beginning <br>You my son got to begin your own journey <br>I will be there for you like a lighthouse <br>You are inseparable part of me<br>You may outgrow my lap <br>But you will never outgrow my heart<br><br><br></pre>


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<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7c6cb5fb57e3f7a18b160aa053bf85e1"><strong>Ocean </strong><br><br>An Ocean is beyond all imagination <br>Boundless and unfathomable <br>Like mother’s love <br>Depth of the ocean is unnerving <br>Sight of an ocean stirs up thoughts <br>Sound of an ocean is music for the soul <br>Waves are like emotions <br>Calm at the surface <br>Full of turmoil beneath<br>Horizon is just an illusion <br>Like utopia <br>Colors of an ocean is reflection of sky <br>Like our society is reflection of our actions <br>Ocean is a world in itself <br>Rivers fear to lose their identity <br>as they fall into the ocean<br>But only when they do <br>They become the ocean themselves <br>Oceans are exhilarating <br>Nothing remains forever inside <br>That’s the nature of an ocean <br>Salt of ocean <br>Brings flavour in life <br>Sometimes to anchor <br>You need to go to shallow water<br>Corals are beautiful from far <br>Don’t get entangled <br>Let the burdens you are carrying<br>Melt away in the ocean <br>Let life flow with the waves <br>Let the dreams sail in the ocean <br>Let the ocean touch the soul<br>Let your heart be big like the ocean.</pre>


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<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e9b9507f5708f83e7b7b540c72f4cf83"> <strong>COSMOS </strong><br><br>The universe swirls and twirls around us<br>The deep blue universe <br>Millions of specks of light <br>A   blinding explosive sun <br>And a calming orb of night <br>The universe swirls and twirls around us <br>The entirety of the cosmos lies in what it seems <br>to be circular <br>The eternal universe and beyond <br>Our karma <br>Eternal cycle of cause and effect<br>Reverberates throughout our lives and beyond <br>Though our soul is just a minuscule part of the cosmos <br>Yet we carry the whole universe within <br>The universe swirls and twirls around us <br>The cycle of birth and death <br>Cycle of seasons <br>The formation of a star <br>The ripples of water <br>Droplets of rain <br>A simple circle <br>Yet asserting itself unconditionally <br>Stable and unstable simultaneously <br>The mysteries of the universe <br>Are far and beyond imagination <br>Either it is a circle or nothing <br>What goes around <br>Comes around <br>The universe swirls and twirls around us <br>The black holes <br>Form when life cycle of a star ends<br>Nothing escapes from a black hole <br>Circling in the cosmos <br>If there be light, then there is darkness<br>Life is a cycle of everything and nothing <br>What starts with circular molecule of life <br>Ends into circular something<br>And the universe swirls and twirls around us.</pre>


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<p><em>*All the artworks along with the poems are created by the Poet Pallavi Jain</em></p>



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<p><strong>About the Poet:</strong></p>


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<p>Pallavi Jain resident of pearl of gulf, Bahrain for last 10 years, comes from India. Ex-chemistry professor is a bilingual poet. She says nature fuels her imagination and creativity. Multifaceted Pallavi has a distinctive personal style which emanates peace. Her poems reflect her exquisite personality. Her poems has been published in local news papers and in anthologies in India and UK. She is a self-taught passionate artist, home remedy blogger, eco warrior and works for various social causes. Her paintings are ambiguous, general, and abstract as the familiar world around us.</p>



<p> Instagram: bhoomi_our_land </p>



<p>Blog: ybrante.wordpress.com </p>



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		<title>Poems by Sayantani Roy</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Grandfather When the shadows lengthened, he slipped outside, his siesta over, leaving the still-sleeping children and often forgetting to draw the deadbolt. The absence of other adults never loomed large on his mind. He strode down to the edge of the train tracks with its open-air market and slush, where commuters wrangled over spinach and [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2c627636207a5eb62306fa7e91c5bb7b"><strong>Grandfather</strong>

When the shadows lengthened, he slipped outside, his siesta over, leaving the still-sleeping children and often forgetting to draw the deadbolt. The absence of other adults never loomed large on his mind. He strode down to the edge of the train tracks with its open-air market and slush, where commuters wrangled over spinach and overripe oranges, come from distant orchards by the trainful. The turtles he loved best, hitching up his lungi &amp; squatting in front of their cage, dying bidi in mouth, watching tenderly these creatures fated to become their own fortress. Once he packed his belongings in a single suitcase and left for a beloved city, where he claimed the case was lost in transit— 

even in bliss
the heart 
remains fettered</pre>



<pre class="wp-block-verse has-black-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c8354fd63a1eadbdb60426d7aa1ae7a9"><strong>On the verge</strong>

The gaggle on skates lines up 
for a few seconds, proffers 

smiles to the mother, who
holds them in her camera, &amp; 

from the gaps in my empty-nest
window I too hold them as they 

glide away like flighty 
marbles, one almost tipping 

over and instantly steadied 
by another, caught in this 

incompossible moment 
when the path’s clear 

ahead, and yet there’s no 
telling what’s to come.  </pre>



<p><strong>About the Poet:</strong></p>



<p>Sayantani Roy’s writing straddles India and the U.S., and she calls both places home. She has placed work in publications such as Amethyst Review, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Cold Lake Anthology, Gone Lawn, Heavy Feather Review, Impostor Poetry Journal, The Hooghly Review, The Seattle Times, Silver Birch Press, and Wordgathering. She is thrilled to be a community TA in the very popular poetry MOOC ModPo (<a href="http://modpo.org/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">modpo.org</a>). Find her on Instagram @sayan_tani_r. (<a href="https://www.instagram.com/sayan_tani_r" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://www.instagram.com/sayan_tani_r</a>)</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2023/12/28/poems-by-sayantani-roy/">Poems by Sayantani Roy</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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