"bhoomi" poems
FINGERTIP
( for Shyam )
as a little child
I travelled
up & down the Ganges
its sister Yamuna..her brother Brahmaputra
their names
upon my tongue
my voice calling them
into being
awed by their sound
mantras for my mind
riding their waters
in the little ship
of a
fingertip
traveling only as a child
can
now
here I am
still that child
become this man
still offering
my devotion
from the Dev Bhoomi I come
tracing Shiva's hair
from here to there
"Ganga Ma...Ganga Ma!" I cry
herding the river
from Gaumukh
watching her
spread her fan
into the Bay of Bengal and beyond
still sailing the same old
fingertip ship
a bit old and
battered now
soon I will stand
on Indian soil
call all my childhood rivers
to me
bow as they
flow into me
their names
upon my tongue
calling upon
all the Gods to come
as
one
"OM!"
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Birds live to be free,
Don't catch them when they are in trees...
They are not supposed to be in cages,
And to be sold in wages;
We can't see their tearful cries,
Cause we force them to die;
They want free air,
In cages they live without their mother's care;
The symbol of peace is dove,
But we lock them in cages without any love...
BHOOMI MITTAL.A
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
She forgives like Bhoomi, vast and kind
She waits like Sitha, pure and strong
She fights like Durga, fearless and bright
She blesses like Lakshmi, love and wealth
She feeds like Annapoorna, removes hunger
She protects like Kali, bold and courage
She heals like Adishakthi,divine and eternal
A woman is power and grace
A goddess in every time and place
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC