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At The Last Watch 8 Aug 2013 | 04:19 pm
Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts, Is but a sugar-coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar, Only to forget the moment the first corner is turned. I had ...
A Moments Indulgence 8 Aug 2013 | 04:19 pm
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an e...
Baby’s Way – Rabindranath Tagore Poems 8 Aug 2013 | 04:19 pm
Baby’s Way If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he does not leave us. He loves to rest his head on mother’s bosom, and cannot ever bear to lose sig...
Authorship – Rabindranath Tagore 8 Aug 2013 | 04:19 pm
Authorship You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don’t understand. He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really make out what he meant? What nice stores, mother,...
Baby’s World – Rabindranath Tagore Poems 8 Aug 2013 | 04:19 pm
Baby’s World I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly cloud...
The end of a search 8 Aug 2013 | 04:10 pm
Quest, seek, searching to find Oblivious – never looking behind Looking for what? Ambiguities of mind Heading where? None to guide or remind In spotlight – sheer confusion Clueless – life’s retributio...
The Razor’s Edge 8 Aug 2013 | 04:10 pm
As I walked along the ridge I crossed life span’s bridge To my amaze Unseeing – fixated gaze On one side of the narrow track Was a continuous barrage of flak On the other, a bottomless pit What if I h...
The Mystery Lady 8 Aug 2013 | 04:10 pm
There she stood with a forsaken look, Holding close to her breast a tattered book Suddenly her nervous gaze fell upon me I froze; my eyes glazed and I couldn’t see. Couldn’t bear the sadness in her ey...
The Last Laugh 8 Aug 2013 | 04:10 pm
Faced you on quite a few occasions Without scare or any fulminations Gave you the slip By a whisker’s width. It is true that in life’s choreographed drama The only certainty is you – a hiccup & not a ...
Whose Problem? 8 Aug 2013 | 04:10 pm
A turn wheel and a handful of putty With an imaginative creativity Correct pressures, a view to mould Could transform mud into gold. A work of art, a ‘piece de resistance’ Start of a second renaissanc...
