Poems by Ajit Kumar Nair

Money

a poem by

Ajit Kumar Nair

A curse of the times
the bane of fortune
as dollars or dimes
a boon opportune

A passionate fervour
of myriad hues
of unbounded power
and limitless use

A sorry metaphor
for painless compromise
with angles that differ
as the rolling dice

To buy consciences
and way-laying dreams
taming cats on fences
and tether flowing streams

But loses clout
at the hands of few
fails without doubt
to match those you knew

The haughty glow
of a proud mother’s eyes
or on a labourer’s brow
the dance of fire’n ice

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Diamonds

a poem by

Ajit Kumar Nair

A supernal sign
in leaves of history
auspicious and benign
of undying glory

A crystalline rhomb
an aura of shimmer
exuberant aplomb
and myriad glitter

Exuding pride
and unbound joy
to the opulent bride
or a damsel coy

Transcending chasms
of caste and colour
bestowing orgasms
and passionate fervour

As sylphlike trinkets
or a shiny garter
as earrings or anklets
a gem forever

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