Ms B.Y. Apurva Iyengar, who gained entry into the Limca Book of Records at a tender age, is a prodigious poet. Her poems range from dolls and dresses to God and His creation. She got her maiden work of 100 English poems published by the Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan, Mumbai, in the year 1998-99, under the title 'Shri Satyapurva Poetry-100 Poems by a Child'. At 14 she had to her credit a collection of 500 poems. She gained entry into the Limca Book of Records in 2003 as the "Youngest Poetess" of India. Apurva's poem 'There Love Resides' received "Special Recognition Award" from the International Youth Poetry Website -voicesnet.com in 2004. Apurva was awarded the Pratibha Puraskar for being a Young Achiever by the AIPC, Khurja.
5. The Weeping Buddha!
He stands for peace
For non-violence…
He stands for humanity!
Amidst the waters in the lake,
He stands, A statue so bold!
I look at him, in disdain
My eyes reflect guilt…
It flows across the waters
To touch the Buddha's feet;
And recedes back rippling
With sadness and remorse…
The evil spurred destruction
The demons ripped souls apart,
Bodies piled in pools of blood
Yes, bombs possess no heart…
Waves of aggression and despair
Hit my unsteady mind
Terror terrorized the city
Yet, why didn't Buddha mind?
Uproar! tumult of violence!
Enrage my rebellious heart!
A statue with a fixed smile
Takes in all the pain,
How I wish I could emulate him,
Yet the human in me refrains!
Amidst the shrieks and wail
I stared at the classic stone
I looked at him in despair
As the waves rose and flared!
Moving the stone to tears,
I gazed at his moist eyes
The terrorists are inhuman,
The facts are very well known
So much was the ghastly wile
That even Buddha (stoned) did not smile…
(Inspired by the recent bombings in Hyderabad. The voice of terror struck Hyderabadis.)
6. To the Youth of the World!
(After terrorist activities in India ,US and the world!)
Food for all the hunger, starvation and need,
Hope this little spark will not remain a seed.
Let my soul be planted in my country's soil
The seed shall grow, fruit and disperse as I toil
Material- will not bog me,
Pleasure- will not sog me
We are the Indian youth.
We fight for justice and truth
Into the broad daylight
Wiping the darkness tight
Bellowing against the misrule
Arrive the patriots- cool!
Words flow a plenty,
Thoughts remain the same
I vow my existence
Is not of a dainty dame
Something within persists me
It tells me, calls my name!
Either die for your nation
Or just live in shame
And friends, this is not the end,
For millions follow the trend
Each of us loves our world, our nation!
And youth we are its best creation……..!