Hindukush Ojha Poems
|1.||Of A Sickness And A Hope, In The Indian Sports||9/8/2012|
|2.||The Black-Smith And The Banyan||9/8/2012|
|3.||Those Misty Years||9/8/2012|
|4.||Where The Streets Have No Name||9/8/2012|
|5.||That Frederick Gomes! That Frederick Gomes!||9/11/2012|
|6.||A Swing, By The Pines||9/11/2012|
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And not any other place?
How can one differentiate…
What landmark, signature,
Ambience or a grace
Would you need to recognize her face?
Like old friends, who after many years
If perchance, they walk up to me
Ought be recognized, in their newer wrinkles
With graying hair and doubling chins.
Their movements imperceptibly slower perhaps…
For now their age is catching up.
But a flair and a style yet remain
And that makes them exactly,
Just what they are.
And, of course in their unchanging smiles
Where the soul's happiness...