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Sunday Poem: Keep Quiet

Does a child born in the battlefield fear the mere clanging of swords? Does a burning wood fear a mere bushfire? Now please shut up ma. Although beaten down, you son still has the…

Om Shanti, Panditji

The stage is echoingly silent The lights are all off today Empty chairs & undrawn curtains No more to see you dance today... Drunken Eyes Your eyes had poured flirtingly Heart…

Sunday Poem: Goodbye

Smitten by living Drowned in experience I was heedless Till a moment fraught Taught me the lesson of mortality Not morbid but prescient. I finally opened The Bhagvad Gita of…