*ever Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

My humor sense innate
I grow with it
It looks mature;
Aging graciously

You have lost a lot. Yours;
While gaining a few other things
In many ways

What is there to be so serious about?
Everything in life-
Life. I have let it go many a time
It has mostly come back to me
With an excuse
Without showing any grudge

More often I have laughed over it

The Krishna in me is a perpetual walker;
An ever-agile bamboo piper.
No fake dream he has;
Hitherto never

Inside me he moves with
All his flamboyance,
All his effervescence,
In a systemic up and down rhythm.
His sweet systolic diastolic music
Ever

July 21st,2026
Kesav Venkat Easwaran