Rajesh Thankappan Poems
I saw the poet write
A sublime poetry
With intricate artistry.
The poem was written
With a heart maybe love smitten,
Not on a piece of paper
But upon the pages of nature.
I watched fascinated
Spellbound and enchanted
By his wonderful subtle work.
When the poet's work was done
All hearts would surely be won
For a lovely ‘rose' was spun
Under the cheerful sun.
A Ditty Of Life
I sat to write a cheerful lyric
And then tried to spun out of it a song,
But the tune and rhythm somehow didn’t click
Something somewhere had gone wrong.
I tried to refashion it and launch it yet again
In the hope the wind of change shall catch its sails,
But nothing happened, the tide hadn’t changed
To sum up, I‘d in my mission fail.