Poetry, poetry,
Yes, I am really
Writing poetry.
But what is a poetry,
...
And here we sleep,
Sleepless night.
And we warn
...
Silence please,
Said the poet.
Trust the cursive silence
Of the eyes,
...
My grandfather Pathani,
Very straightforward,
And a stalwart.
My father, his carbon copy
...
Let me go to Australia,
Australia is in my hope,
In my conquest, in my guitar.
...
A leaf grows,
A feather grows,
Camouflage and
Courtship display.
...
Nothing to be
Surprised,
The happenings are
All regular phenomena.
...