Fight for spectacles
To create a spectacle of themselves
And entire well being
Ears nose and eyes
...
Making their way home
On days
Sun shining on tropic of cancer
Satchel, on their backs
...
Away from the din of the city
In the deep woods
You hear, you feel, you see
That for which you longed so long
...
Heavily overcast sky
With dark clouds
Gentle piercing wind
Rattles oaks, deodhars and pines
...
Brain
Lord giveth the brain
To be sane
Which we all
Have profaned.
Made amongst us
Few insane
Mirrored reflection
For the sane.
But this brain
Of the sane
Has become
A source of bane.
Boon!
For him
Who
Lacks the brain.
No I, No my
No boundaries
To restrict
The flight.
Oh brain
Why
Thou has
This animal tamed.
Mr Sanjay Mehta is one of the most talented poets from India on this platform. Quality of diction and the proverbial brevity is the wit of soul rule high in his case. In the years ahead I hope Mr Mehta to leave behind an anthology of ever green poems and I wish him all the best.