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FUNERAL FLOWERS: AN EMBLEM OF REMEMBRANCE Mother! O’ Mother , let me offer you my garland of water petals Which I interlace with my deepest pain Soul flowers which blooms in May summer Yet sympathy , I grieved , couldn't knit chain of white lilies. Mother! O ‘ Mother let me offer you my solemn love Which I collected in my little palms , with my hardest spirit White flowers which powerfully denotes your purity and sacredness Yet today , I have no courage to grieve with such traditional flower . Mother! O’ Mother let me offer you bouquet of carnation, on your grave Which I pluck with my blood and flesh to grace thy honour Those red flowers which bloom, to calm dead soul in heaven Yet, , today I preserve my heartache journey to reward thou glory. Mother ! O ’Mother let me offer you chain of gladiolus Which I weave with my love and compassion Flower which embraces elegance and grandeur of your divine face Let me keep your head up , with your beautiful representation Mother! O mother , Let me bestow my delicate mourning , with strength and unique character Which I bequeath with pearls of roses , chrysanthemum and sapphire of hyacinth Forget me not , for I tend to shy away from my sensitive emotions Mother , O mother let me weep silently with my half heart , on your lap of grave! Poet’s Thoughts: The poem which is written to mourn on the death of her beloved mother. A little daughter who craves to offer handful of flowers on her mother’s grave because of traditional and customary rules . Weeping daughter tries hard to reach her mother’s soul and allowed to attend her own mother’s funeral . The poem depicts the harsh nature of society on side , on the other love of her mother after her demise and pleading Godmother let her meet with her mother’s soul at grave to offer her funeral flowers , pay her tribute and imprint an emblem of remembrance in loving memory of her mother. @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) My Mother Death Anniversary ; 26th August 2007 - 2019{ 12 years}

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Thank you so much @Realistic Poetry International . It is indeed a great privilege to share my best of writings on @Realistic Poetry . The poem is absolutely an exceptional piece I have written in my life. I have been an ardent reader of Turkish literature especially Turkish poets , perhaps this is the reason I can understand more about the essence and depth of love verse . Thank you so much for the magnificent appreciation you have shared. I am humbled! twitter : @mahipriyankaraj

Thank you so very much for your beautiful light and a lovely reading. Since this is my first short story I was very nervous yet I gather my courage and dare to pen. Keep encouraging and keep sharing your light and with other followers. @Realistic Poetry twitter : @mahipriyankaraj

Feeling the very same magic. hopefully one day I will be Rewarded with best International Featured Poet and a certificate for my top poems featured on RPI. My dedication for best work will continue on @Realistic Poetry at my first priority.

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A NOSTALGIC NIGHT WITH MY OLD PIANO I came across my grand piano Oh ! we kept alive for years And tonight, she is alone Screaming! play me, play me, I’m all Yours. Oh! my fingers ain't winding our lyrical moments Bitterness and sweetness consuming my soul. Once playing with love and passion for hours and hours on moonlight sonata Adored together once with great enthusiasm Tonight, she is abandoned to survive alone In her old covers, with no touch of the soul And my heart burning in tears and wines. Music was only her decoration! Ah! Romance was smoothly rewinding on keys Fine-tuning, writing our epic songs once Together with my beloved hubby Tonight, she is weeping with me! Couldn't strike off thou melody. One candlelight night turned spring into Halloween Oh ! Why do I get to feature our fateful last song? My notes go astray, choices screw up, heads back to bed Tonight, I am over-longing to feel the locked heart For now, everything burnt alive except --- The love sign on our old piano to her ivory keys! @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior permission of MahiPriyanka Creative Paradise . @Realistic Poetry #DarkLove #grief #Nostalgia #nightpoem #OldPiano https://www.realisticpoetry.com/communitypage/main/comment/5ce8de73538f67006bb13e0e

Pines, Lake and Picnic Pines, Lake and Picnic When Spring comes in , brings two heart to blossom On a tall green pine, there was a couple of singing bird Chirping tweeting lovely melodies , a healer for my ears All of there were mild pleasant fragrance of variety of flowers Enough to make you feel white daisy ,pink tulips and golden daffodils New tender leaves eagerly waiting to open up Just like mine young emotions ready to burst At the side by blue lake surrounded by carpet of emerald grass And just like that you can sign a picture of whole scenic alps While you close your eyes, you can hear your song of your heart. It’s a moment of spring fever It’s a moment of spring cupid Even if you try to run from away from the romance The Romance of nature never let you quit And chilled breeze fluttering my thin hairs Smoothly blowing from the snowy peaks Wind-whipped grooves trees composing acoustic music White doves and baby goose learning to swim and walk All to make you feel in love with vibrant flowers , pines and your soul mate Slowly coming from heart , breathing air of romance , highly intoxicated. When spring comes in ,pristine pink orchards make you passionate Dripping from mine head to lips , rain shower pours through coniferous tips Maybe , there is a call for mine soul to pick my camera And click the range of beautiful memories way to live forever And not to forget , to hold your hands of your beloved With a promise walk hand in hand , even if it’s far from your reach Let the guitar strings remind his favorite love song tuning in April To dine together in rejuvenating nature , to cheer with French wine To make him smile while playing my unplugged violin notes Oh! When spring comes in , it’s time to lost again in your eyes ! @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved.

CASTLE DOWN TO VIOLET CORN FIELD Lo! Life has been seized herself at thorny cornfield Rustle of breeze capturing horrifying atmosphere Seems like valley of death is leaping in pink sky Bloody red clouds flying with highest pace In a strange twilight , gloomy evening is staining Ancient shrines are hardly visible in dim light Castles is still far away from my sight Sunset is setting alike saturating red wine And I stood at still , on dark grey concrete To search out new beginning of dawn In enchanting lavender ambience beneath the horizon Far down towards the east , surrounds ebony jungle A lonely farm girl is looking for her home on the hills In melancholy situation, missing in violet cornfield Worried and horrified , impatiently running towards valley Oh! road to her home is still far , lifting her legs high…. Distance of life is shortening minute by minute Yearning for her loved ones to meet , exhausted and tired--- And long bitter night is approaching like death On other side, running stream is making upsetting noise Oh! Holy heaven , help me in my journey Lost in poisonous red -ivy and violet vines Death is appearing to me alike vampires Drive me to your pendulous clouds To reach my castle across violet corn fields ! @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved.

thank you always inspiring me , encouraging me and empowering with words of appreciation. I will never forget the joys I have received here for my poems and for me. it's truly incredible and valuable and priceless. It will remain etched in my heart forever.

Thank you so much ! Sometimes we need fire of love to dust off rusty romance from our lives and coffee is best to do this job. To the Lovers " Cheers to Coffee"

Always a pleasure writing for @Realistic Poetry . Much appreciated.

Rusty Time Broken Hours Rusty time alarmed so momentarily Haven't yet completed my snooze Neither permitted to send morning wishes Horrifically grasped in the broken hours Moments were created of staleness At stranger’s path in bleak darkness Handed over black days of starkness Without compromising on stakes of sourness Oh! I didn't get to measure pace of curse Life got flamed in chunks of charcoal Leaving stain on half burnt logs of dreams Wrecked ship deck finally sinks to bottom Dust of memories layers on the sand Holding up well ,hauling pieces of eroded invitation Waving it's final goodbye to decaying age Across the noisy shores , a distant memory resounding! “Be beware !Collect your dreams to live on time”. @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) Twitter ; @mahipriyankaraj

@Marwa Mahmoud Thank you o much dear. You can read more such intriguing and highly crafted social poems or BLUES POEM in my book SOCIAL BLUES BEYOND SOLEMN BALLADRY https://www.amazon.com/SOCIAL-BLUES-BEYOND-SOLEMN-BALLADRY/dp/1795890800 Please do leave a review after reading my book ...I will eagerly wait to hear fro from you.

NAME WITH NO FAME "Le nom sans renommée" Neither my name …. prefix to fame Nor do my last name…. sparks into flame All do what I crown, owe to myself Is this you should own, to be yourself! Much have appeared to the world None have appreciated into word Folks try to hide an era of reality And jokes ride over the mentality! What a shame to remain in big bliss? By those who starve until night…. miss Could have bit dig out some gold…. money For have got the joy of being bold honey! Might not have won any great game Or taste the best victory in thou name All do what I have, collected from pray For that's how I, cling to make my day! Neither my name …. prefix to fame Nor do my last name sparks to flame Could've been in vain, if not shared the pain And must hold the torch until the last rain!! By Priyanka Raj Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry #BluesPoetry #SocialBlues

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