She is born
Not with silver spoon
She gives us a life of Gold.
I wonder why a trustworthy
Is a trusty so enigmatic to you?
Don’t ever complain –
‘They use me’
Let them use.
What are you born for, else?
It’s my all time favorite repose-compartment
Open the pages to see my ingenuous chapters
Wonder why I have lost my innocence supplement
Once, that stance was part and parcel of all my matters!
He has great appraisal for poets
Neruda, Pushkin, Eliots’
Kalidasa, Tagore, Keki…
List is on and on
Deep red, gradual transformation to Orange then Gold
Follows the yellow, then spread the color blue
Color of the Dawn, pure and cool
Moisture of Blooming love, Outlook -Splendid Clever.
In this stadium of life
I see everyone busy running
Not, all are athletes
No ghost chasing at back
A winner is always at hunt
His shot hits the nerves
Divulge – ‘Tough as Odd Boots’
'Truth' explodes, bitter forever
In his “Snowy Evening”
Robert Frost says –
“But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep”