DILIPBHASKER MATHRA Poems
|2.||A Tragic Delineation Of A Tree||6/22/2009|
|3.||To My Teacher||6/22/2009|
|4.||A Memory Of My Failure||6/22/2009|
|6.||The Soul Of Dead||6/22/2009|
|7.||Cry Of Nature||6/22/2009|
|9.||A Hot Day||6/22/2009|
|10.||Moment Of The Last Breath||6/22/2009|
|12.||An Escape To Light||6/22/2009|
|15.||Fa-Hien And Nalanda||6/22/2009|
|16.||What May Be That?||6/22/2009|
|18.||A Scare Crow||6/22/2009|
|20.||Melody Of The Lark||6/22/2009|
|22.||A Painful Omission||6/22/2009|
|24.||A Mournful Revelation||6/22/2009|
|33.||Ring The Bell||6/26/2009|
|39.||Hurry To School||6/26/2009|
A True Noble Heart
There was nothing to disavow and disarray
About that boy whose name yet dipped all
In my secluded memory to re-call for a while.
Perhaps it was my dissonance to dissuade my mind
From such recall as it was a forgotten episode of an event.
He was so humble in nature, I might think
Otherwise my reminiscence would not have impelled
My mind to recollect his idealistic qualities.
I am not sure where I happened to meet him
Probably in the prayer hall of Church Saint Thomas.
He had an imperturbable look in his eyes, but
Though unnoticed, deep anguish slept in his ...
A Scare Crow
A black Crow,
A Scare Crow,
Sitting on a stick,
In the middle of the
He neither moved,
Nor did fly,
But only looked