Who shall bring life To these orphan dreams That cling to me so tight? Who shall wipe away Dark, innocent fears From trembling hearts? Who shall kiss away The deep pain from Quiet eyes? Who shall take away The hurt and give back Childhood to wavering thoughts? Who shall it be […]
I saw her smile, I saw her laugh, And talk to those around; But her smile Was unsure, hesitating, Her laughter did not reach Her solemn eyes; They remained lost. She looked but did not see. Her words were, But not the portrait Of her thoughts. Her soul danced restlessly Through misty eyes, As
(Was broadcast on AIR, Yuva vani Hyderabad on 23.3.78) Turn thy sparkling eyes on me, Let me behold them Before mine grow misty. Sing thy song while thou canst, For my heart may Forget its poetry. Laugh! While my mirth is still free of satire. Play thy harp And let its
Tender little hands Held up a begging bowl, In the hope that some Passer-by would give What the hands had lost before. Many went by indifferent, Many gave looks of resentment, Those that passed, Tossed into the bowl, Hatred and sorrow, Sarcasm and defeat. Many others held out Frustration and despair, Misery and
His footsteps ringing In my ears, Strong and persistent, I flee from him In the whispers of The dark deep nights, In the songs of Clear, bright days, Behind the mists, Up in the unknown hills, Down narrow winding paths Of forgotten years, Beside the raging sea Of unshed tears, Far in the colourful valleys
In the early hours of dawn, When the lamps begin to flicker In the strange grey light, When pain reaches a peak, When the pulse becomes faint And every breath is laboured, When warmth gives way to cold And the body begins to cry, When pallor spreads on the face And the brow begins to
Like a beggar maid, I sit by the highway ———-the highway of dreams. I beg not for their colours Nor even for their realisation; What I beg for Is only a little hope.
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I hear it again! I hear it everyday Every minute Every second! That soundless cry, That voiceless call From the oblivion Where silence _______ Only silence echoes And re-echoes, Where there is That strange formlessness. I rush forward In search of that cry, In answer to the call. And when I stand On the
[This poem was broadcast on AIR, Hyd, Yuva Vani on 23rd July 1978] The chain of life Was once strong With so many links in it. But now, Now I have broken every link, every tie, Which bound me To joy, to sorrow, To love, to hatred, To flowers, to thorns, To light and
[This poem was broadcast on AIR, Hyderabad, Yuva Vani on 23rd July 1978] All my life I’ve walked On this rocky path – alone. But how I laughed when the thorns hurt! How I loved those deep scars on my feet! Every time I stumbled, Every time I fell, I got up in triumph.
