The Dancing Girl of Mohenjo-Daro

R. Balachandra

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• Mohenjo-Daro
• The Dancing Girl
• Poetry

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 26 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669879510
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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THE DANCING GIRL OF MOHENJO-DARO
 
And Other Poems
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
R. Balachandra
 
Copyright © 2023 by R. Balachandra.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-7950-3
 
eBook
978-1-6698-7951-0

 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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Rev. date: 07/21/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
The Dancing Girl of Mohenjo-Daro
Ruins in the sky
An ode to the Higgs Particle
No worship at Angkor Wat
From up above
Tahoe
The World Moves Along
The Trails I Walk
Free To Roam
River of protest
Pandemic
Nammuru (My Home Town)
Golf In The Fall In New England
Snow Snow Snow
A Worried Afternoon
My Dilemma
Monsters And Truth
American Awakening
A Snowy Night
Should I Forgive You?
Annika
Infant Fun
My Mother
Turkeys In My Yard
Poets’ Picnic
The Destitute And The Fortunate
Sunset From My Window
Lament For An Angry Daughter
THE DANCING GIRL OF MOHENJO-DARO
 
You’re pretty and slim, dark and tall.
Plenty of bangles and a bracelet and an amulet
A necklace with three pendants adorns your chest.
But your legs and feet have no ornament.
 
Your head is coiffed in a gentle wave.
Enhancing the beauty of your face,
With your long arms and long legs, you’d be
A supermodel today of any race.
 
You seem to be so young, hardly fifteen.
But you are confident and look at the world
With insouciance and much arrogance
From your poise and beauty impearled.
 
Is this the pose in one of your dances?
Or are you just keeping time to the music?
You are completely nude, but you are at ease
Not caring a whit about your future karmic.
 
I wonder whether you sang to the music,
Or tapped your foot to the drumbeat.
Was this a party, or was it in the temple
Where you danced to please the rich effete?
 
We know so little about you, your life,
About your hopes, about your desires.
You appear to have no worries in your world
And you don’t care at all for your attires.
RUINS IN THE SKY
 
Green cliffs all around, deep chasms between,
Terraces of manicured grass and relaxing llamas,
An island in the sky with valleys too far below.
 
Steep steps leading to the guard house and the top,
Ruins of stone houses and walls at different levels,
The sun temple and the temple with three windows.
 
It was a fort, it was a royal retreat, it was a temple,
It was a lost city, or anything imagination suggests.
Nothing is known, nothing is certain, only relics abound.
 
Crowds of people brave the trail, while most
Others take the easy way out by riding the bus.
It’s still an adventure whichever way one goes.
 
The arduous trail starting from a long way away
With wondrous views of the Andean vistas, feeling
Sick and seeing grandeur while walking on arêtes.
 
Mighty empires rise and crumble, as did the Incas.
The magnificence is gone but the ruins remain.
Nothing is permanent, pride and glory transient.