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Being an avid reader from a very young age, she loved reading old English classics when she was in school. In fact she grew up reading them and the famous English magazine called The Readers’ Digest. She used to write off and on, but never took it seriously until now. She started by writing creative non-fiction, but then slowly poetry took over and now it has completely captured her imagination. She loves the idea of amalgamating nature with emotions and one can often find a generous sprinkling of it in her poetry. She also loves to paint mainly landscapes and still life as of now. Several of her poetries has been published in RAVENCAGE E-ZINE MAGAZINE and INTERNATIONAL CULTURAL FORUM FOR HUMANITY AND CREATIVITY. One of her poem THE RAINY DESIRE was recently published in CULTURAL REVERENCE a renowned e magazine. She has also won several certificates from various honorable poetry groups in Facebook. She hails from India and is currently living in the city of Kolkata.

Her name is Moitreyee Raju.  She lives in New Town, Kolkata, India.

।। Poetry।।


 IMPOVERISHED

Poverty is a highly cherished entity.

No don't be surprised...cherished it is! 

'Cause it satiates the urge for charity;

For many it's even a road to sanctity.

Here famine of thoughts and feelings

very gleefully display their ugly peelings!

Poverty's barren valley

is unscrupulously left to rally,

all those deep seated woes buried in its alley;

Woes mired in both kind and creed

and are powerful enough to make you weep!

But do you weep...?

At the perpetual indifference,

showered with such deep reverence?

Writ large in the eyes of your brethren?

Their pangs of hunger

have often made me wonder,

how do they muster such candor?

I can sense a seething volcano within;

A revolt, is what they're asking? 

But being quiet amidst the disquiet 

has been the gigantic bane

of this very vast human lane.

But poverty can even create trysts

wherever it comes to exist;

Yes, trysts with the mind

where poverty really thrives!

And my thoughts often glide,

on the wavy tides

of a poverty stricken mind....!

Like the deep dark cloak of night

when poverty enters the domain of mind,

leaving it impoverished, 

making it appear malnourished,

evergreen thoughts then sound gibberish; 

As if there never is a day after the night,

resemblant of a dark tunnel devoid of light.

It's a happening that happens in you

when poverty outgrows you!

Poverty creates a dreamer,

the dreamer salvages the achiever.

But an impoverished mind

has an opium like bind,

that can only trample and curtail your rise!!

====

 THE RAINY CUDDLE


As I stand by the window

in a thoughtful crescendo, 

thinking about life's

innumerable innuendos,

I see all at once

Nature's dramatic stance!

It's the cumulonimbus clouds 

that gather with aplomb;

darting all around the sky 

like a big black stallion;

announcing the arrival of rainfall 

with its distinguished decorum.

The streaks of lightning 

and the sound of thunder

are now, all too eager 

to release the rainy wonder!

The earth below waits 

with outstretched arms 

as if saying,

"Oh come soon, 

and sing me your rainy psalm."

The rain answers

at first with large pearly droplets;

Making the earth remember

its last joyous dreamlet;

Then the watery breeze

creates a seducing tease,

coercing the tall palm trees 

to shake in unison,

while bending a little

in the winds direction.

The rain has its own symphony;

orchestrating music

that caresses the periphery.

It's drumming and humming

gives the heart 

a tuneful strumming.

I look far and wide

and rainfall is all what I find;

On the road on the roof on the pane on the lane

now rainfall is visible in every terrain!

The earth looks

puddled and muddled,

the greenery looks subtle,

and the mind...? 

The mind leisurely begins to relish

the rainy cuddle!!

====

 WHEN MY LOVE CALLS


My love calls at uncalled for hours....

When the night is blooming

in the realm of its own artistry...

a spec of moonlight

dares to caress your charming face;

Almost instantly 

I stoop to plant a kiss 

On your sleepy lips...

It's that moment when my love calls...

a love that refuses to outgrow!

Then again as the day breaks 

and the sun's aureole glow

begin to spread its wings....

You sit beside me 

pouring tea in my cup,

Lemon tea...

that you make

with practiced expertise...

Just the way i like it;

It's that moment again

when my love calls...

A love that refuses to outgrow! 

When the tables are turned

Or when feeling the blue...

You know..

And I know too....

That familiar terrain of comfort....

Where we rush to gather

that unbridled feeling...

A feeling more pure than gold;

Again it's that moment 

when my love calls...

A love that refuses to outgrow!

When we have to succumb to the will of time

and you or I will have to fly

to an abode different and high....

Yet still my love will call

to help recall 

those moments of love,

A love that refused to outgrow!!

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