Dedicated to

My mother Seeta Kulkarni
1917-1999



Seeta Kulkarni was born in 1917. She was a poet and a great teacher. Her career began as a primary school teacher. She thrived throuout her life for education. While teaching in primary school she herself completed her high school and college education and earned degrees of Batchelor of Arts and Master of Arts. She completed her research on Tulsi Ramayan and was awarded Ph.D. by Pune University, Pune, India in 1987. She was a prolific poet and wrote mainly devotional poetry on Lord Krishna and various contemporary saints in India. Most of her poetry appears under pseudoname K.Vinaya. She expired on February 9, 1999 at Pune, India

My Mother


Mom, where are you now?
You stood there
Whenever I needed you,
But in your dire hours
I was not there, anywhere
Did you call me in your
last hour?
I followed you holding your finger,
you carrying a pot filled with water
On you head,
We walked for miles and miles,
in rough terrain
water bearly clenching my
Thirst.
The Sun high in the sky
Scorching and torturing
Still both of us,
we made it. But in the end
when we sat down
at the dinner table,
Why did you leave so early
in a haste, getting mad,
without finishing
the last bite?
When I see
Flock of seagulls flying
South in the sky in V formation,
Quacking loudly, Tall grass in open fields
Dancing on the wind,
Small girls laughing and giggling
I feel I am with you.
Without you,
Heaven is not heaven,
Roses are not roses.
Let my tears wash stains
and sorrows
-------By Shyamkant Kulkarni

POETRY TRAIL

Without poetry, literature, music and art man is not a man. Each and everyone of us in the heart is a poet. If this were not so, we would not be able to appreciate books we read, TV shows or movies we see, paintings, pictures or sculptures we see. We may not be aware, but we are born to appreciate beauty. When one becomes one with nature's beauty, what we percieve is poetry, may it take shape in the form words, artist's brush, image on photographic paper or chisel of sculptor. Beauty is nothing but the truth. It is something to see, to appreciate. This is a page for all of us who love poetry to express ourselves. On this ladder of poetry where one stands really doesn't matter. One is poet is enough. All poets are welcome to contribute to these pages. Selected poem will be published every week. Mail your poem to P.O.Box 465, Granite, OK 73547 with SASE or Email to shyamkantk@Hotmail.com Let all of us get on this poet's trail.

Editor, Eagle's Flight