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 ...
What May Be That?
In the depth of the darkest corner
In the icy-cold mid night
Some one perches!
The sound so hideous
A subsequent crushing exhalation
Followed by burning eyes.
What may be! he wondered.
A shadow of incommunicable fear
Penetrated in his mind’s canvas