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Can yesterday’s fresco your today charm?  when life’s accidents happen without an alarm  Sorrow swallows an islet like the sea  A sandbar is only tame to destiny  Yes, even air can break a rock  And rust shambles a secure lock  Yet even the invalid can dare to walk  when grief is moored in resilience’s dock  Continue reading “Composure in a dear one’s loss: A poem “

If Solomon the wise were alive today,  would injustice be the price to pay?  Our temples to progress would be built  not of treachery, at least of remorse or guilt  The ruins of honour where deceit carved victory  The archaeologist’s city forgotten in history  Bedfellows are not strange: crime and impunity  Wrongdoings don’t even comeContinue reading “Hypocrisy: A poem “

Do you walk in your sleep?  Do you laugh like you weep?  Are you crestfallen from lack of hope?  Do you drop down a well like a rope?  Like a dodo, have you ceased to be?  Edged out by the guns of destiny  A tired war and mutilated bones  describes the character of your home Continue reading “To the silent one: A poem “

Burn the effigies of greed  Cast overambition to seed  Make a compost of ego  where humility’s saplings grow  Beauty is only skin-deep  Take a reflection in modesty’s stream  Honesty be the tomes you keep  Integrity and prudence be your dream  Character fumbles in advocacy’s gaze  In pastures of astuteness let livestock graze  Live with aContinue reading “Bonfire of vanities: A poem “

There are no steel and stone harbours for his open boat  In stormy cutting tides, he manages to stay afloat  His portholes glance steadily with no ifs and buts  Grit and determination at the helm in his stern’s guts  The waves of time only stoke his visceral speed  Every day is the last day forContinue reading “The reckless diviner: A poem “

Power is not spick and span like a nun  Leaves many wounded for the battles won  Conscience doesn’t waylay a tyrant’s hand  Its touch is as coarse as desert sand  Blackened with the peat of greed, ruthless with instinct  To rule the misbegotten wilderness, beasts barely think  about the grease on the dishes lying inContinue reading “Tyranny: A poem “

I am brown  right from my crown  Sometimes, I feel down  Out of sync with town  “Cry like an onion  You bloody Indian”  The man who called me that  with the voice of prejudice spat  Yes, flowers don’t come in brown  but trees do, strong and sound  Those who felt the snub of history  didn’tContinue reading “I am brown: A poem “