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B
A well worked poem and there is a balance between the first half and the second half. Reads well. Lots of nice usages and the ending is perfect.Sorry I missed this .


S

This reads well now, because of the word arrangement in the line.

The poem works well. Do you need the last line?

S

I suppose this is a Ghazal.It reads well, Bob. So...so...Simple.

V1 V1 In twelve years, another Kumbabishekam, the idols re-installed. rituals followed to the last unwritten word the Deity removed, immersed in grain Immersed in water one mandala each The pagodas filled with millets; One pagoda for each storey and that’s how the temple is built, copper sheets brou...

Thanks.

Thank you Michael and Bob,who made it possible with his initial editing.

Siva

A plateau is plain level ground.There is no depth where you can fall into.Sometimes I get a jolt in my sleep as if I am falling from the bed.That is why I have said falling from the plateau which is not possible,unless you fall while standing on the ground. From a distance it is impossible to guage ...

Bob
V1 is the edited version.Do I have to drop the drones?
S

V1 My son is with the batallion on Punjab border this side of Pakistan. Military jeeps roll on to the next northern state from Uttar Pradesh. The military are the potential buyers of drones. My son sends video on Whatapps., insect drones whizzing twenty kilometres into three different villages dropp...

'Will We Ever Make Our Forest Trips?' is my original,unpublished prose-poem,and I am not representing any other forum.My email id is sivakamivelliangriri@gmail.com. Will We Ever Make Our Forest Trips? These past days my dreams have dropped me from the edge of Congress Maidaan. Know well that the Con...

An armchair traveller, owing to the Lockdown.

Michael

I am not representing any other group.

Siva Ramanathan

These past four days my dreams have dropped me from the edge of Congress Maidaan. Know well that the Congress Maidaan is a plateau. That lone tusker we saw once turns in a semicircle at the far end. My husband is bending down tying his shoe laces. My daughter yells, ’It is madness to get down from t...

Thank you Michael and Bob. You have been very patient and encouraged me by spending your time to edit and I am constantly learning.

Perfect!

I second Michael's nomination of Bob's 'Separation.'

Bob
Please read the version I have posted today in the IBPC thread.The 'Biking Cross-Country' poem.
Siva

I think you ccan add these two stanzas because they bring in the persona element and by so doing validate the last line.

Biking Cross- Country, is my original unpublished poem and I am not representing any other forum. My mail id is sivakamivelliangiri@gmail.com. "Biking Cross-Country" We rode past a rubber plantation where we couldn't breathe without inhaling the stench --worse than burning tyres emitting smoke pipes...

I nominate Bob's 'Elizabeth and Dante Gabriel Rossetti .'

I think the last stanza puts the poem onto a different level altogether.
S

Bob.thanks.I copy pasted from a web page instead of copy pasting from word.

S

Ready enough to be nominated for March! (Or is it April?)

Siva

Paperfall- (plus an extended title) The speed of the falling paper cascades in an arc. Speechless, a Japanese girl sits outside the attic window shredding paper. Her performance of white cataract matches her fluffy gown. The sound of paper flows and forms a mound on the ground, as a tributary of pap...