While riding to the campus, Along the familiar road, Running through, The familiar landscape, I saw: Fellow cyclists, Riding fast to their destinations; The cycle repairer, Patching up a punctured tube; The welder, at his wayside hut, Soldering the broken handle, Of a new tricycle; The blacksmith…
The bonfire greedily engulfed, In its baleful flames, Acres of harvested paddy-land, Where heaps of hay, Stood in amorphous pyramids, Over the stubble; Wreaths of thick black smoke Lazily spiraling up Formed an unnatural mist Over the entire milieu, While the unmistakable odour, Of burning hay,…
For Thamara Niranjali Whenever I tell you, ‘Dear I have a poem to show you…’ I see your big brownish eyes, Begin to gleam with boundless delight, And a lovely smile leap to life on your lips, Reflecting your deep fascination, And your vicarious joy Over my literary success. I’m in turn enthralled,…