Aruna Anand's Poetry

THE HOPE Am I A slave of  traditions Pursuing mindless follow-ups Of amassed experiences  Am I Just a fossil Buried deep into antiquity  Do I have the hope To change things that I can Or  Disappear in the tunnel of traditions I ask myself  Can society ever be a dead log  We are the society  We are the seeds of hopes  We are the seeds of probabilities Let the seeds of energies Be soaked in aspirations Let the fruition begin Of fruits and of flowers Flowers of change Loved and nourished We are the seeds of possibilities We are the society We are the hope personified  The only hope Of the beautiful world                                                                 ...

                                                                 IMPERMANENCE                                          The eternal phenomenon Impermanence - true nature of life Nothing remains the same Living or the non-living  A bud blossoms into a flower Pupa into a butterfly Mountains mutate to become volcanoes Throwing up lava and fire  Rivers change course before embracing the sea Nurturer of fishes, corals and reefs Sudden tsunami transforms calm sea Into a savage crushing crumbling Living and the non-living  We too are transient From baby to an adult Then mellow...