Dr Dillip K Swain Ode Poems

Ode To A Jasmine Flower

I behold you as the solitary flower
On the ends of a branch-let
Ah, your fragrance travels miles
Gratifying even the dull insects!

Ode On My Friend's Divorce

He fervidly inspects he's surely distracted
His mind and soul are unevenly distributed

His corporal self rests in a rose less bed

Ode To My Conscience

Oh, my dear conscience, naive warbler
Your charisma guides me as a sorcerer

For my unforced errors which I weep