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Lyrical Sentiments




When poems peep at you, their innocence resembling that of a child, you can no longer wait but dive in its pool.

Lyrical Sentiments


Mansi Karna

When floors of fields were filled with fog

Travelled I with my lamp of light

Night howled like a howling dog

My lit little lamp kept lit all night


I dedicate this book to my parents who have always been there with me during the worst phases of my life in the form of a lamp showing me the right path.


Poems’ Pool

By Mansi Karna

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2018 Mansi Karna

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1. My bed is a marque of softness sound

My chamber an abode of gold

My house a hoard of heaven’s hue

Which in it does hold,

A pearl-embellished curtain silk

With beaded bonnie rims

I draw it, my chamber glows

With moon’s ecstatic beams

Through ornate windows that enfold

Wood carved with richly gold

These are windows that help see

The magic moon though old! 


2. I lie on the very softness sound

In the very abode of gold

In the very hoard of heaven’s hue

Yet lie I very cold

For I can’t in the very moon now,

See fairies insane

The celestial mystery of its charm

No longer remain

For since, a lady learned old,

Know I well, behold!

Of space and stars and of the moon,

To be cosmic bodies bold!


3. And not a fleecy cake profound,

Like mamma to us told

When we were meagre kids small

On dying threshold

When, on a meagre modest bed

We did hungry lie

And through a craggy hole in wall

Watched in the nightly sky

The yellow-orange moon that looked

Edible like a cake

A cake that we thought mother earth

For us did fondly bake!

4. Sometimes the will to eat the moon

Came but we controlled

With no money we couldn’t buy

Even if they sold

And as we pitiable hungry lay

On a meagre modest bed

We wished to buy this moon someday

And be well fed

Oh what good children we had been

We never ever thought

By the time we got rich, the moon

Would have been bought!

5. And then came this period of youth

Where we could behold

In moon’s radiance, love and blossom

Roses marigold!

Also it as metaphor served

For lovers it's a boon

We would to our sweethearts say

"You're as charming as moon"

A period it was that did enfold

A mighty craze and thus

To ignore it’s being a satellite big

Came easy to us!

6. And as I sleep on this softness sound

I wish I did not know

Of moon being a satellite big

Where walking we can go

But since a lady learned old

I do know it all

About it not being a cake

But a crust of mound and fall

To think of the very fanciful moon

With a scientific eye like this

Is mundane, monotonous and more

Far away from bliss

7. Sometimes I wish I was poor

With no abode of gold

With no windows that enfold

Wood carved with richly gold

But a meagre modest bed

Where I may hungry lie

And through a craggy hole in wall

Watch in the nightly sky

The yellow-orange moon that looks

Edible like a cake

A cake that we thought mother earth

For us did fondly bake!


8. Provided that I can't be given

The very fallacy back

Help me, sometimes, at least be

Little amnesiac

So that through the curtain silk

With beaded bonnie rims

Whenever my chamber glows

With moon's ecstatic beams

I might know it to be but crust

But in it fairies see

And see a million fireflies

Staring right at me

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