*THIS POEM WAS MY FIRST PUBLISHED POEM. IT WAS WRITTEN IN DEDICATION TO MY SON DARION JORDAN DELOREY. BORN MAY 30TH, 1996- DIED JANURARY 10TH 1997. THANKS, TO YOU; MY DARLING BOY.. OR I PROBABLY WOULDN'T HAVE STARTED TO PURSUE POETRY AS I HAVE. ALL MY LOVE TO MY ANGEL BABY, MUSE..AS YOU WATCH OVER ME, WHILE I FINISH MY BOOK (AND) FOR GETTING ME THIS FAR.. I MISS YOU EVERYDAY..AND MY HEART IS FOREVER YOURS..❤Mommy
( I've always wanted to do one of my poems in Hindi, as it is such a BEAUTIFUL language and I am of course aware that there are probably more people who read and write in Hindi, as their 1st language and English as their 2nd; here, than I'm even aware of.. So this is my gift, to all of those that fall in that category. I hope I did this right. Much love and Blessings, to you all)(बहुत प्यार और आशीर्वाद)❤)
चाँद नीला मखमल में आयोजित पीला आपस में मंगल इसके चारों ओर सितारों चाँद आसमान टकराना शाम की रात और आग के साथ।
Moon Held in azure velvet Yellow Mingles All around it Stars Moon Sky Collide With dusky night and fire.
I blink in the eye of morose, trespassing the aftermath of carnage, the soil reeks of rotten blood and brewing forlorn. The golden sun settles on the forehead of warriors while pain camouflage, I thought that peace would stay forever: I was wrong.
I burn on massacred battlefields, where flowers aren't plucked but slaughtered beneath feet turning their homes into barren lands. Winds blow away withered petals and eulogies are sung upon, I thought inhabitants be sheltered forever: I was wrong.
I stand and recall last spoken words of a father, son and spouse choked inside throat while wrapping in the arms of motherland. Life looked like half burnt cigarette, there was much to offer but it snatched back, I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ~Purva