Bharati Nayak




Do Not Ask Why

Do not ask why
When earth's sky
Becomes red in shy
And glows with the touch
From sun's warmth.

Do not ask why
When the flower dances
to the rhythm of air
Or the dew drops
Sparkle on grass blades.

Do not ask why
the sea waves
rise and fall
At such distance
At the moon's call.

Do not ask me
Why I become tongue-tied
When you come
To my sight.

Do not ask the heart beats
Nor to the breath
The cause and meanings
Of their essence and existence.
Bharati Nayak








How I See The Winter

I see the Winter
In the layers of wrinkles
Of the old woman.

I see
How the mist spread
On river, mountains  and fields
and make them blurred
Like the vision of her cataract -inflicted eyes.

Cold wind bites her fragile body
She holds her walking stick tightly
And stares blankly
To the fields,
where once crops grew in plenty, now
Lying empty.
Bharati Nayak









The Squirrel

The little squirrel
Is jumping from
Branches to branches
Lifting its furry tail.

It is chasing away its friend
And playing hide and seek
With my little boy Vicky.

For them it is jolly time
As the ripe mangoes are hanging
With sweet flavor
Wafting in the air.

They hop like hope
Some times near
And sometimes far
Wonderful it is to see
How swift they are
While climbing the tree.

Sitting pretty on hind legs
At the top of tree branches
Eating the nuts
They make pretty pictures.

A squirrel like this
Had come to Vicky once
Ate 'channas' from his hands
Made friendship
For a brief period
And left beautiful memories
For my little kid.
Bharati Nayak
The Tree
The tree stands green
Under the scorching sun
Branches spread wide
Roots going deep
Thousands and thousands leaves
Swaying their little heads
Colourful flowers bloom
For the bees and butterflies they make room
Squirrels jump dance
From branches to branches
Monkeys eat fruits
And so birds and squirrels
Have their shares
Underneath a dog curls up
There the cows flock to get the shadow
The tree stands tall like a Rishi(Monk)
With many hands stretched
Giving his blessings.
Bharati Nayak


Bharati Nayak

Bharati Nayak,born in the year 1962 ,is a  bilingual poe, critique and translator from Odisha, an Indian State lying on its eastern coast. She writes in English and Odia. Her poems have been published in many magazines, journals ,anthologies and e-books of national and international repute such as  Rock Pebbles ,Orissa Review, Utkal Prasang, Creation and Criticism, Circular Whispers, Nova Literature-Poesis, Poetry Agaist Terror, 56 Female Voices of Poetry,, The Four Seasons Poetry Concerto, Tunes From the Subcontinent, Amaravati Poetic Prism and the like. She has  published  three poetry books-Padma Paada(A poetry book in Odia language) Words Are Such Perfect Traitors A Day for Myself