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Ram Mehta

 

" Dr. Ram Mehta, a professor of English and a life member of World Academy of Arts & Culture - authored three books." After his retirement in 1994, his time splits between India and North America.He visited France on a cultural mission in 1989 and presented a scene of Moliere's La tartuffe in Paris. He also visited UK, Scotland and Ireland. His poems entered the semi-finalist in the contests held by International Society of Poets, MD, USA and was awarded International Poet of Merit Silver Bowl and a medallion in August 2000, at Washington, DC, USA. Ram Mehta has been considered to be awarded Litt.D. Diploma by the World Academy of Arts and Culture (Unesco sponsored) Ram Mehta had been a professor and head of the Department of English in an Arts college for 32 years. He was selected in 2001 and 2002 as a semi-finalist by the International Society of Poets, MD, USA. His poems are published in Poetry Magazine, New York, Conspire, Sonata, and Tintota, Australia and on many online magazines.

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5985 Hickory Springs Dr., Gomul, Ambawadi, V.V.nagar 388120 (India)
Atlanta GA 30071   U.S.A.

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Fieralingue:Bio - Ram Mehta · Niagara · IRIS · An Ode to earthquake
· Sonnet written in Optimist Park · Radha-Krishna · The Tajmahal · The Old Coat
· An elegy on a mattress maker · From St.Simon’s Island · Seven Blind Men and the Elephant · Lead me kindly to Nirvana · Empty syndrome · To My Mother Gomi Ba

 

The World congress of Poets
He participated in the 22nd World congress of poets held at Iasi, Romania in 2002

Encuentro Internacional Literario
He also attended 4th Encuentro Internacional Literario at Montevideo, Uruguay in April, 2003.

 

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"Walk, travel with Ram Mehta in lyrical, disciplined poetry manifesting perfume in nations, dashing Niagara waters... " Rosemary Wilkinson

"Professor Ram Mehta is not a foreign into the world of poetry. He has experimented for years on odes, lyrics, sonnets. He delights our most exigent taste with this new expression of his rare talent.. " Maria Cristina Azcona

"Ram Mehta is a great poet - a fascinating poet. Even if he belongs, geographically speaking, to India, he belongs to all the possible poetical worlds. " Dorin Popa

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An Elegy on a mattress maker
Break of the Day
Iris
Niagara

     

Money-ca

 by Ram Mehta 

 

Maybe Monica is rich,

And even clever,

That does not make her intelligent.

 

Money can buy a bed

Even a partner,

But can’t buy sleep.

 

Money can buy the dearest medicine,

Even ultra-modern treatment,

But can’t buy good health.

 

Money can buy a huge house,

Even the launching pad for a helicopter,

But can’t buy a sweet home.

 

Money grows not on trees

It grows on the road,

I pick up orphaned coins.

 

Whatever amount of money

Amassed, is amassed

By the art and craft of skullduggery.

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Everything ‘s under control

 by Ram Mehta

 

Cataclysm and cark are held at bay,

There runs the national psyche at quay

Of Osama bin Laden’s mere barbarity.

Don’t worry: your safety is on priority.

 

To protect yourself you got to pay price,

To defend yourself, you got to sacrifice,

Never free are protection and defense.

Don’t worry: less alive if you sense.

 

So ineffective is screening of passengers,

At both the public and private locations,

People still board with dangerous weapons.

Don’t worry: you need safety’s impressions.

 

An illusion of safety is quite so titanic

To assuage the underlying sense of panic.

If stressed, seek that hot spurt of enthrall.

Don’t worry: everything’s under control!

 

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Luna

By Ram Mehta

 

 

On February 1st 1966, I saw the brightest moon,

Coolest moon ever that has shone in my life.

The spacecraft Luna 2 landed on the moon

And Luna came down to my family.

Rising in the precincts of a maternity home.

Springing from the other moon I had.

 

Hearing the news of Chandrika

Giving birth to Luna

I did not utter, think or react like others did,

But felt something inside me I never felt before

As if a light generated and rooted from the

Moon to the earth – a light reborn in me.

Cool, caring, loving and living

Up to her very name

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It is love

By Ram Mehta

I heard love is a feeling,

An emotion, a commitment,

One can feel, can’t explain

To me it’s as simple as this.

 

When my mommy makes

Tea for my tired daddy,

My mommy takes a sip

Before giving it to daddy.

 

I think she makes sure,

The taste of the tea is o.k.

Then daddy offers her

A sip from the cup too.

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