Amrita Valan

I am a housewife from India, mother of two boys, aged 12 and 11.

I have a master’s degree in English literature.

Till my boys were born I worked in various sectors of BPOs as motor claims and health insurance handler and was also content writer for simulation management entrance examination papers in the field of deductive logic and reasoning in English.

I have also worked for a short term in the hospitality industry as a receptionist at a five-star hotel, while awaiting results of my English honours examination.

 I love life, like tumbling headfirst into it, and then doing a double take to step back and observe it.

I have written over a thousand poems on genres including, Love, Spirituality, Family, Religion, Current affairs, Human Rights, short stories, humorous pieces, essays as well as funny poems and tales for my children.

I love collecting rocks on my day trips to hills, photographing nature and natural moods. Indulge in taking selfies and decorating them with punk art.

Teaching my children how to tell jokes with a dead pan face for maximum impact.

I humbly submit this poem as, to the best of my understanding, a simple lyric may cause a moment of joy and serenity.

Lily of the Valley

 My lily of the valley
 So tenderly does droop
 Prettily she conquers
 As gently she stoops
  
 I captured invisible fairies
 Under her bell-shaped caps
 Snowy white and Rosy hued
 As their slender wands they tap
  
 Tap! Tap! against the green veins,
 Of lustrous dewy leaves,
 The droplets are a flying
 From invisible cupid lips.
  
 As they trill with laughter
 And from lily vines entwine
 A throne, a crown a basket
 Of verdure so divine.
  
 Oh! my lily of the valley,
 So delicately fragile
 Hanging heads, dear Christmas bells
 I shall kiss you with a smile.
  
 Keep on your caps
 My bashful belles,
 So timorous you sway!
 I shan't tie you in a posy,
 Nor shall take you away.
  
 But leave god's adornments
 Where they suit best
 Nature’s damsels in 
 Nature’s nest. 

Make Me A Tree Lord

 Make me a tree lord 
 If you will,
 I like it,
 Standing tall and gracious,
 Against winds so chill.
  
 I like catching the moon
 In my network of leaves,
 You will hear lord,
 Oh! the prayers,
 I will whisper
 In sheaves.
  
 My Lord
 I hated the bark 
 And the skin of this life
 The crabbed look of faces 
 That forget delight.
  
 Dull brown, let me be,
 Scabby and scarred,
 So that I hold up,
 The greenest of leaves,
 Up to the farthest of stars.
  
 I want to slowly shake my boughs,
 In the booty of your breeze,
 And watch love goddess Moon shimmy and
 Sinuously tease.
  
 Light up my silhouette
 In silver soul spells,
 Perhaps my avatar
 Will redeem, this
 human's hell?
  
 Give me branches lord,
 Give me more buds that shall flower,
 Let love build an arbour 
 With fruit of my labour,
 If only an hour.
  
 I survey my home so bright and so white.
 The beautiful park
  
 Shines silver solute, 
 In solvent moonlight.
  
 The benches invite
 There's no one to sit,
 The laughter of children echo
 Like lost lands of myth.
  
 And you seem to me verily, 
 A dream from afar.
  
 Perhaps your avatar
 Has chosen,
 To become my star? 

3 thoughts on “Amrita Valan

  1. Beautiful!! There’s been far too much talk about Covid-19, infection & death rates.
    These are just the pieces of writing that lift my spirits.
    Escapism is what’s needed & this writer has captured that perfectly.

    Like

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