Overambition: A poem 

One can’t resolve every question  One can’t storm every bastion  The needle in the haystack one should forsake  A dream shouldn’t go beyond daybreak  There is no meaning in midnight oil  when we only need a season’s harvest from the soil  The tongue gets scalded from water on the boil  A heart goes bankrupt from tooContinue reading “Overambition: A poem “

Purple dawns, like nights: A poem 

I can feel the city working on my nerves  A poetry, not poetry, inhabit my verse  A paranoia of a child over a broken favourite toy  The weakness of a lethal fever despoiling my joy  The city is a fanged serpent spiraling in the night  Seeking rats under streetlamps; and predatory kites  looping chains aroundContinue reading “Purple dawns, like nights: A poem “