[ultimate_heading main_heading=”Two Poems by Devika Ramachandran” main_heading_color=”#1e73be” sub_heading_color=”#8224e3″ spacer=”line_with_icon” spacer_position=”bottom” line_style=”dotted” line_height=”1″ line_color=”#1e73be” icon_type=”custom” icon_img=”id^48|url^http://ashvamegh.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Ashvamegh-ICO.jpg|caption^null|alt^Ashvamegh Journal Icon|title^Ashvamegh ICO|description^null” img_width=”48″ main_heading_style=”font-weight:bold;” main_heading_font_size=”desktop:34px;” line_width=”3″ margin_design_tab_text=””]at home with verse…[/ultimate_heading]


She comes every year

With hopes and dreams

And we welcome her

With exuberant and pops

The white snow flakes

Makes the air chill

And the dark nights

Become white and cold

She is the first in twelve

But the days are short

Rivers are frozen

And the wind is gray

Whatever, the whole world

Loves you and await your arrival


Dark Dream

Drizzling of rain jitter me

He’s there to grasp her; my daughter

With sly on his face came to me

Dark or bright crafty was he to hold my little one

Don’t take her I wailed but in vain

I saw the pain on her eyes

She squeezed her fist to get rid of his clasp

He walked faster and faster

And my little angle scurried looking at me

I suffered from dyspnea;

Couldn’t move, talk or yell

I am a mother, I need my child back

With all my power I got up

But I was on my bed and my child

Sleeping behind with a smile on her face

Yet I was shivering and suffocating

Looked around in search of those filthy hands

I clutched her and tried not to close my eyes

About the Poet: 

Devika Ramachandran is a poet based in Sharjah. She loves writing poems and expressing her thoughts in words.