Rain

RAIN
‘Cloud’ is her name
Black parturient pregnant
‘Breeze’ is Cloud’s midwife
Breeze says, ‘walk’
Cloud walks
Breeze says, ‘run’
Cloud runs
This training is for easy delivery
No tired to Cloud by doing so
Male ? or female?
This is motherhood’s well
That is Cloud’s instinct
Today? or tomorrow?
Or some seconds left?
This is Breeze’s (expecting) date
Time and date closes
Breeze hastens
Calm exists, next second
Cloud screamed as thunder
Beautiful baby’s birth
Everywhere drips of baby’s cry
Cloud named the baby “RAIN”
-Jovia

A Prostitute of this sort

A PROSTITUTE OF THIS SORT

Whether she perished or deteriorated
If perished, let go to perish
If deteriorated, let go to deteriorate
Circumstances of her life cornered her
To that red light brothel
Her flowery body, the voluptuous rapists….
Look there, she as a squeezed flower
Oh, know the truth of her heart
Oh, know the struggle of her heart
Oh, human! Looking the pristine of body
Look the pristine of her heart
In the view of Vedas, she
Is unchaste
In my view, she
Is queen of chaste
She boldly declares as prostitute
Because she knows perished
May these women declare as social-faux
No, these …
Because these women living with dry pride
She may jump into the fire as Sita
Is her only body burning?
No, no
Her immaculate heart too
Her heart known by herself
Has no heart to kill it by her
The fire, Sita jumped into yester is different
Today’s fire is different
In today’s fire she (Sita) burns, these (women) too burns
Oh human repair brain at a corner
If you try
Take her to the lamp house.
-Jovia

Jovia's Photo Poem

Jovia's Photo Poem

Jovia's Photo Poem

Jovia's Poem

This poem "A Blind's Prayer" is dedicated to all blinds in the world.

A BLIND’S PRAYER
Oh lord,
I can see colorful clouds
Through my mind
I can see white snows of Himalayas
Through my mind
I can see kissing of Love-Birds
Through my mind
I can see flying beauty of butterflies
Through my mind
I can see baratham of twigs
Through my mind
I can see virtue of moon
Through my mind
I can see twinkling stars
Through my mind
I can see race of falls
Through my mind
I can see feathering birds
Through my mind
I can see musical rain
Through my mind
I can see zigzag mountains
Through my mind
But, I can’t able to see my wife & kids
Through my mind
Oh lord,
Give me the sight to see my wife & kids
Through my eyes.
- Jovia

Jovia's Poem

Just two years before draught and parched land in and around my town compels me to write this poem "Glorious Rushing Clouds".


Glorious rushing clouds
Oh glorious rushing clouds
You all are fishes, whales, sharks
Swimming in the sea called as sky
We the jealous people like to come there
To float as boats and ships in the sea
And as airplanes and kites in the sky
As we float as you,
Like to catch bounty of you
Not to eat, even to taste
But to quinch our thirst
And to pour you in our streams, ponds and rivers.
- Jovia.