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The harvest can be reaped only after a lot of hard work, after aeons of drought, through patience and resilience. The fields can only become paradise after justice is done to the victims, for millennia, of cruel evil. Evil should not be allowed to carve out justice for itself for its own benefit. There canContinue reading “When the harvest should be reaped…”

You could take me through the valley,  but I insist, to myself, it is not up my alley  I still feel roomless under the skies  unwarmed by the summer sun; my limbs loose,  floating up the street, in search of something  that is not you, though you plead you can be  of help. I hearContinue reading “Looking away: A poem “

Self-will  can be a devil  A wish  can be a blade’s swish  The soul could hang  where victory rang  Ego’s bang  mutes what humility sang   In a chorus,  the backbench makes no fuss  For sacrifice,  is no feast for flies  The lowly dressing  gets God’s blessing  Conscience  runs eternity’s distance 

I am brave, I am steel, I am top brass  I am the cleverest student in the class  When the harvest is thin, my imaginations feast  In a sea of sorrow, I worry the least  Fortune is no brick, but I build castles  I smell roses among all the thorny thistles  I don’t have doubts,Continue reading “I am grace: A poem “

When one thinks of justice,  it may seem rarer than the winter solstice  A looted pearl from God’s oyster  The guilt of man didn’t answer  He who roamed stolen lands  with the mark on his forehead outstands  And his flesh is water not sand  The liquid shame in his glands  And God saw that heContinue reading “When one thinks of justice…: A poem “

The wrinkles of the years don’t seem ages ago  A moment’s thought can span fourscore  Refreshing as a walk in the garden, a kind knock on the door  A soothing voice consoles against the stones that make me sore  In the kitchen, in the lounge and over all the walls  The stamp of her soulContinue reading “Darling Mum: A poem “