S.D. TIWARI Poems
Haiku - Alcohol
The word of 'cheers',
reflection of love, in glass;
in veins you are out.
Nine Little Kanjakas
Chirping like divine pretty birds,
entered my house nine little girls;
dressed in cute colourful costumes,
on Durga Ashtami they were special.
All between three and seven years,
having their soul pure and clear.
My wife made them sit in a row
Of them Ketaki said, 'won't sit here'