[ultimate_heading main_heading=”Two Poems by Sweta Nautiyal – Issue.XXIII : December 2016 ” 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=””]simple and thoughtful… let the words prevail[/ultimate_heading]

Introduction to the Poet:

Sweta Nautiyal is a teacher from Uttarakhand. 36, she takes an interest in writing poems and short stories in English as well as in Hindi. To her, simplicity in terms and richness in thoughts are the things that matter in literary creations.

Ma, I loved you

 

Ma, I was born to you

You loved me

And I loved you.

But God’s grace was short lived

And he called you.

I am forlorn

And heart is nothing but torn.

My heart rends

It cries-

The cries are subdued

The sobs muffled by the world’s din.

None hears me

But you hear me

Just the way I hear you.

Your picture never fades

It is vivid

Drenched in Almighty’s grace

I feel the ecstasy-of your presence

And feel the warmth of your love’s embrace.

Ma, I was born to you

You loved me and I loved you.

 

 

The Spirit Knows Its Strength

 

The spirit knows its strength

The shadows- the dark, the ignoble

It fears not.

For a minute it can stay astonished

But it fears neither fathoms nor crevices…

The spirit knows its strength.

It knows and understands the true and untiring love

The soothing balm of kiss on forehead

That is scarce and perhaps once in lifetime.

That is never forgotten but has to be soon forgotten

For the ugly, yet must, mundane life.

Where some do not believe in spirit-

Gain happiness that is short lived.

A chunk that believes-in truth-

Suffers in the eyes of others.