Poetry Submission by Seema Jayaraman

[seema jayaraman]

Dear Dr. Fab and Team,

Please find the copy of my submission for 1 Poem any style below, for some reason I am not able to open the group forum for this submission, not sure whether my registration is complete, I have tried several times to open the registration link without success hence copying my poem here for your consideration and hope you will include the same.

An abandoned Shrine

I chanced upon this moonlit shrine
In a remote, abandoned woods
Desolate, unkempt, so in ruins
Harassed by shrubs & creepers
All alone, unlit and unattented

 It's floor littered with withering leaves
It's granite walls were falling
It's once strong proud pilliars crumbling

Its chiseled sculptures unanimated
It's sacred hymn markings eroded

 It's doors were hanging on hinges
It's window ledges had no lit lamps
It's lamp holders held old nests
It's sanctum in darkness devoid of
The presiding diety's soul

Worshippers with prayers long gone
musicians had abandoned their songs
The cymbals and bells were silent
There were no footsteps circumbulating
The priests had found other gods

Shrouded in moondust and darkness
Shorn of its pomp and sheen, muted
Vaguely familiar it gazed back

from the silent dark reflections
In its wavering pool - my image

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Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai, 21 Apr 2016

With Best regards

Seema

[alcel...@gmail.com]

This is a poem I did for my oldest child who is now 13 he has been bullied all his life but what kids an sadly even adults don't realize is he has fragile x syndrome which caused ADHD OCD Bipolar Autism a small case of retardation but he is perfect to me

Deeper Than The Eyes Can See

I learn a little slower than most 
I stutter with a lot of my words I can't 
always express what I feel So most the time 
I let my feelings go untold 

Kids at school love to tease 
They think it's funny that 
I have an incurable mental disease 
They point an laugh Just cause I'm different 

They don't know there's more to me 
Then what the eyes Can see 
But they don't care 
They rather bully me 

I have autism I live in my own little 
world full of confusion 
I have meltdowns 
Just cause of unexpected changes 
I have sleepless nights I want to fight 
But I'm human and I have feeling 
And a heart. 

If closed minded people gave me a chance 
They'd see the only difference between you and me is I see everything deeper than eyes can see

Amanda Celino

Sent from my LG Phoenix 2, an AT&T 4G LTE smartphone

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From: 'seema jayaraman' via 7. POETRY ANY STYLE (1 poem)<7-poetry-any...@googlegroups.com>

Date: Sun, Jul 31, 2016 5:40 AM

To: Christina Simmons;7. POETRY ANY STYLE (1 poem);

Cc: docto...@gmail.com;

Subject:Re: Poetry Submission by Seema Jayaraman

Thank you Christina, I hope you liked the poem :-).

Best regards 

Seema

Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

On Sun, 31 Jul, 2016 at 11:27 am, Christina Simmons

> wrote:

Some what daunting and haunting poem!?

On Saturday, July 30, 2016 at 11:36:26 AM UTC+1, seema jayaraman wrote:

Dear Dr. Fab and Team,

Please find the copy of my submission for 1 Poem any style below, for some reason I am not able to open the group forum for this submission, not sure whether my registration is complete, I have tried several times to open the registration link without success hence copying my poem here for your consideration and hope you will include the same.

An abandoned Shrine

I chanced uponthis moonlit shrine

In a remote, abandoned woods
Desolate, unkempt, so in ruins
Harassed by shrubs & creepers
All alone, unlit and unattented

 It's floorlittered with withering leaves

It's granite walls were falling
It's once strong proud pilliars crumbling

Its chiseledsculptures unanimated

It's sacred hymn markings eroded

 It's doors werehanging on hinges

It's window ledges had no lit lamps
It's lamp holders held old nests
It's sanctum in darkness devoid of
The presiding diety's soul

Worshipperswith prayers long gone

musicians had abandoned their songs
The cymbals and bells were silent
There were no footsteps circumbulating
The priests had found other gods

Shrouded inmoondust and darkness

Shorn of its pomp and sheen, muted
Vaguely familiar it gazed back

from the silentdark reflections

In its wavering pool - my image

--------
Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai, 21 Apr 2016

With Best regards

Seema

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