Author Archives: Docpoet

Those who had their sovereignty taken away Those who were told they were inferior every day Less capable, less intelligent, less human too The message leached into their bones through and through The sense of inferiority changed their DNA somehow This deep-seated conviction would not allow Generations later, their progeny born in nations free ToContinue reading “I am not as good as you..”

Did she do something wrong when she ate Before filling up her family’s plates She was famished after a long day at work It’s not that any responsibility she had shirked She had missed lunch, others had not So she ate dinner without much thought Until she was made aware in a snarky comment EatingContinue reading “Let me serve myself first..”

Would I be weak if I forgave? Or to the grudge should I hold on In the end what should I try to save- My peace of mind that has gone Away from me from the day that I Exploded in anger and made the resolve That the mistake was egregious, I didn’t see whyContinue reading “I forgave”

Let me dream outrageous dreams today.. Let flights of fantasy carry me away To the mythical land that in future exists Why should I audacious dreams resist They are not in my grasp at present, I know But if I don’t envision how far I can go How would I find the line of demarcationContinue reading “Dream”

On this international women’s day Let’s not wait for applause from anyone Let’s march forward, building each other along the way Let’s forget about getting recognition From the other gender, why do we need Validation from them only to perpetuate The patriarchy that should be demolished indeed Let’s be designers of our own fates.. Let’sContinue reading “Woman, know your power!”

March is trisomy awareness month. The most common trisomy is trisomy 21 which causes Down’s syndrome manifested by learning difficulties and classic facial features. This poem describes a woman’s younger brother born with Down syndrome. Even though I was only four years old I sensed something was wrong without being told My baby brother wasContinue reading “Extra special”

In the midst of abundance Restraint is of the essence Strict rules about what to eat How much and when, to defeat The temptation that is omnipresent Food is unlimited in extent Almost everywhere, unless You happen to be in the wilderness The thrifty gene makes us gravitate Towards food that indulges our palate Sugary,Continue reading “Deprived in abundance”

Fatigue, brain fog, joint pains, Her muscles ached, she had migraines Modern medicine offered her remedies none To alternative treatments she had begun To gravitate, different modalities she explored Yoga, tai chi, qi gong, aromatherapy and more Acupuncture, massage, herbal supplements Meditation, biofeedback etc.- her time and money were spent Increasingly on treatments that seemedContinue reading “Panacea”

What, I wonder, do I have to say That has not been said until today Is it worth stringing the ideas that crowd My mind, into words, should they be allowed To crystallize into prose or verse to add To the plethora of writing that’s mediocre, or bad Do my words have the potential toContinue reading “Doubt..”

My son (who had recently penned a story based on the Chernobyl disaster in Ukraine from two children’s perspective) has been really distressed to see the Russian invasion of Ukraine, and the perceived inability to stop it. This poem is for our children who take in everything. We take bullying very seriously We try toContinue reading “Big Bad Bully”

February is the Black History Month, so let us acknowledge their contribution to the development of the United States of America When you think of The greatest nation Do you remember The faceless people Men, women, children Who had their masters’ backs Whose labor broke their backs Who picked cotton for them Grew tobacco, boiledContinue reading “Back”

Trigger warning- this is a painful poem that describes the anguish of a parent who needs to give consent for a life-saving procedure for her child, something like a transplant, that is the child’s only chance to live, but comes with a long list of potential complications. In a meeting room with walls that areContinue reading “To save my child…”