When I come for walk
In the cool breezy dawn
The serpant road’s will
Is sleeping still..
...
A typical temple scene -
Long queues of devotees and beggars
Are proof enough
...
And...
The days are all tattered and lost in the task
Of shining the boots of the wretched world.
...
Your Own Fault (Ghazal)
Putting the small lamp against gushing wind was your own fault
Floating the small yacht against forceful flood was your own fault
...
Is from Raichur dist of Karnataka state. He is an M.Sc(Maths) : M.A(Journalism) : M.Ed; M.Phil; PGDHE; PGDHRM and TCH. He has won various prizes of state level recognition in both poetry and short story competitions.)
Forest
When I come for walk
In the cool breezy dawn
The serpant road’s will
Is sleeping still..
Near the coward giant hill
Crying river flows covering it’s own will.
I recall sleepless nights
Many meaningless dreams
Chanting, hunting, haunting throughout
While the koel sings noman’s desperation
Unnoticingly the day unfolds slowly-like a wild flower
-all over the forest from all sides..
After my return, starts the routine
Work, stress, strain, hurry, fire-in-mouth
Smoke covering like talcum powder on faces
-that are sinking wholly within.
Laughs, hugs, tensions and hence masks
A layman smiles on the bill board
Yet not disclosed, yet not understood.
Paradoxic man is a forest
Strange but true, sweet but sour
Frightened but sounding like lion’s roar!
-chidananda sali
[Published in `the challenge’ English journal published from jemshedpur, Jharkhand, India]
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