Padmanabhan Ananth Poems
|88.||(still) Lost Flight||3/30/2014|
|91.||My Departed Brother||1/14/2014|
|92.||Dussera - A Festival Of Dolls||1/7/2014|
|95.||The Desert Dancer||1/2/2014|
|99.||The Golden Guest||1/7/2014|
|100.||Prayers & Prescriptions||1/7/2014|
|101.||Scents At Sunset||1/4/2014|
|102.||New Year's Cheer||1/1/2014|
|103.||That Joy Ride||1/29/2014|
|105.||Shame At Bhiwandi||1/21/2014|
|109.||My First Blessing||1/21/2014|
|110.||Poem, Must You Rhyme?||1/29/2014|
Comments about Padmanabhan Ananth
Oh Nirbhaya, have we lost you in vain?
Was it you to blame to just be a woman?
That you didn't remain home past setting sun?
All you did was board a Delhi city bus
And then you'd to face six-n-half devils
That were evilly strolling for prey on streets
Why pick on you those evil marauders
To pierce you with their rotted organs
And use on you, gosh, even rusted tools!
They threw you on streets to simply shiver
You begged to passers-by for warmth-n-water
When help finally came, your life was on totter.
Reminds me of a drive on a state ...
Hyde Park Bistro
In a narrow alley close to the Park
One winter's evening, during a walk
I hesitantly stepped in for a simple treat
All alone at break from a business meet
The bistro was bright lit - naked bulbs
There was loud music - strings, melodies
An assortment of drinks - soft to not-so
Brews, distills and labels - local and afar