Here is a lighthearted dig at my efforts in the recent posts:
Free Verse - is that
just an excuse,
for the less talented,
to pass off
broken sentences
in different lines
as Poetry?
I think not.
Poetry, as Wordsworth said -
Is a spontaneous overflow
of powerful feelings.
I dare not
control the flow
Friday, November 03, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Bangalore Traffic Light
Green Amber Red
FreeAds AutoMags Sir
For you to browse through classifieds
Real estate - a house in the suburbs
(Away from the city's pollution?)
Your next automobile
(Sure, this one is no longer a status symbol)
You wait for the boy to hand you your change
As the light changes from
Red Amber Green
FreeAds AutoMags Sir
For you to browse through classifieds
Real estate - a house in the suburbs
(Away from the city's pollution?)
Your next automobile
(Sure, this one is no longer a status symbol)
You wait for the boy to hand you your change
As the light changes from
Red Amber Green
Village Well
The Village Well with its concentric steps
Just enough to put one foot down
Jutting out inches from the brick wall
that is green -
and red as the dragonfly
that darts about the banyan
that already has a prop root or two
As it grows on the moss-green wall
of the village well.
Just enough to put one foot down
Jutting out inches from the brick wall
that is green -
and red as the dragonfly
that darts about the banyan
that already has a prop root or two
As it grows on the moss-green wall
of the village well.
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