Mandira Ghosh is a poet and author
of eminence. She is the recipient of Bharat Nirman award and also Women Achiever
Award 2020, Author of the year Award In the field of literature by Asian
Literary Society. She has published and edited 21 books, and is the Guest
Editor of the Poets of India, Special Issue of The Seventh Quarry, The Swansea
Magazine from Wales, also, Featured poet this year in April issue. by them. Awarded
with a Senior Fellowship of the Ministry of Culture, Government of
India. Has received the Editor's Choice Award, twice by the International
Society of Poets, and has been elected to the International Poetry Hall of
Fame. She is currently Treasurer of The Poetry Society (India) and also a
member, the Governing Board and member, TPS Editorial team. Selected poems are
to be translated into major European languages by Timisoara University,
Romania.
Sunlight on my
Courtyard
Through my window
For centuries the moon smiled
Now in the hands of man
Disaster defined.
As the nations compete
With one another
To become superpowers
My country too gets on race and speeds up her arms
As the beggar boy searches for alms
His little sister
Lies in tattered clothes
On streets
Mother in borrowed long dress with
visible holes
Father on drugs
Begs by knocking
Car's window panes.
In my backyard
Nuclear waste is piled
Nukes can blow away
The beggar and me.
Anytime
Still I read stories
of bravery and murders
Memorise World history
Till the bulb diffuses...
Tomorrow is my exam
I get up and move towards the courtyard
With a smile, I watch
Sunlight on my courtyard.
Nectar
Behind the river
Behind the house, lies
Water elixir.
Behind the body
Behind all rituals, lies
Soul immortal.
Beyond the books.
Behind the library, lies
Unextinguished knowledge.
They tried to fire
They will try to destroy
But knowledge as power
Soul as immortal and
Water as elixir
will always remain as nectar.
Always.
Rain
Until and unless it doesn't rain
There is no advantage of being alone..
Until then the story stays incomplete
Till the tears of two eyes together may glaze
Towards
my diary that took wet water
from the atmosphere
to smudge in blue
The leaves shook
Inside the pages
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