ANANDA GOPAN Poems

Oh, my school days were my
fun days
Last bench chatting
Under bench munching
Naughty pranks
silly fights
and the never ending talks
...

My Village,
The one i live in,
and the one that lives in me.
...

This is not a dream,
Because in my dreams,
there is always comfort...
but here i am struggling...
...

(In memory
of that beloved
milkman...)
...

I love to travel in a train
in a bumping and humping bogie..
A long, beautiful
chugging train
...

Oh, my pretty girl
i miss you a lot..
you were my heart, body
and soul.
...

This is my story,
This is my routine before my exams..! ! !

I hate exams,
...

It is hard to make
not easy to break....
It is something special
that is not at all visual...
...

It started as a mild shower,
with big flakes
floating
softly,
...

He is the hero of my class
He score ZERO once in
Every term ...
His name is NIKHIL
We call him the EVIL!
...