Poems by Menon V A

Woman

a poem by

Menon V A

Bygone centuries saw the enslavement
she suffered at the hands of men.
In the name of religion she was tortured,
enslaved and even burnt to death.
She is paraded naked and sold on the street,
to gratify the lust of men.
A few try to destroy her even in embryonic stage.
Day in and day out she is more harassed than loved,
by the men whom she gave birth.
But still she continues to serve him with love and care.
It is she who teaches him what loving and caring is.
It is she who rare him and makes him great.
She is there behind each of his achievements.
We see her in Kiran Bedi* who is roaring against injustice.
We see her in Hellen Keller who defeated her blindness.
We see her in Florance Nightingale who nursed the humanity.
We also see her in Mother Teresa, the goddess of kindness.
If there is an adorable creature on earth,
It is only she, “the Woman”

[*Kiran Bedi is the first woman IPS officer of India.
She is the winner of Magsaysay Award.]

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Life

a poem by

Menon V A

Life, a miracle of nature,
an evolved molecule of matter,
blossomed in the vast expanse of oceans.
Methane, ammonia, hydrogen and water vapour
when joined under the radio-active sun,
the molecules of non living matter underwent
massive changes and become live.
It’s this accident that made the molecule of protein,
which even Stanley Miller reproduced in lab.
Evolution went on, and on and changed,
from amoeba to dinosaurs, from ape to man,
It was an amazing architecture of nature,
which still continue improving human brain.
The amazing creation nature, the man,
kept on exploring the mysteries of nature,
and succeeded in duplicating nature’s marvel
through his latest invention – the cloning,
and succeeded in decoding even the genetic code.
Still we have to salute the mother nature,
which has many more mysteries in store!

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