Trivarna Hariharan Poems

He’d smile.
Always.
So much that it became quite irksome,
At times.
...

(A 'chai wala' in Hindi is a local way of referring to people who serve tea, to the passers- by or other miscellaneous people, and eke a living out of it.)
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His hands do not tremble
From over exertion or
...

Those crinkles under his eyes, spoke of laughter.
His whisper, my song, an endless symphony of love,
with all its incoherent staccatos resounded in my heart
like an unforgotten song that has left an indelible
...