Waiting for the Gift


Denatured by the patriarchal umbrella

Cannot breathe well,

peepal tree trying hard

to transfuse sufficient oxygen

but  lungs do not let enter.

Invisible cobwebs strangle tight

stifling all passages of air.

Artistic rapture seems a tale of last birth

the verve faded away-

to write,sing, dance,

sway with the breeze,

flow with the wind,

feel the drops of rain

 on the parched face,

watch the rarest birds

compliment nature .

Will wait

for the gift

of another birth

to tune with the chords of nature,

to feel the zest of being a human

in the dichotomized world of

“Let her live”

“Let her not live.”

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About Parneet Jaggi

Parneet Jaggi teaches English in a Post Graduate college in India. She has four collections of poems in English-" Beyond Words" (Writers Workshop, Calcutta, 2018), "Show me How Not to Grow" (Cyberwit, Allahabad, 2017), "Live Love Light" (Writers Workshop, Calcutta, 2014) and "Euphonies Of Heart And Soul" (Cyberwit, Allahabad, 2013). Her poems have been published in journals like The Enchanting Verses International Journal, the Taj Mahal Review, Contemporary Literary Review India, The Criterion etc. Her books, "Matthew Arnold and the Bhagavad Gita: A Study of His Poems" and "Social and Economic Values in the Teachings of Sikh Gurus" reveal her love for religion and philosophy.

8 thoughts on “Waiting for the Gift

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    An incisive and evocative work that challenges the reader’s everyday assumptions. I found the last two lines ,”Let her live”, “Let her not live” particularly poignant.

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    A reminder to humanity at large to save our planet earth from complete deprivation of the natural phenomena that we take for granted… very strongly pointed out in the poem ‘Waiting for the Gift’

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  3. Sid

    “the verve faded away-

    to write,sing, dance,

    sway with the breeze,

    flow with the wind,

    feel the drops of rain

    on the parched face,” there is excruciating pain, the hope lies in another birth. evocative, challenging poem.

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