Umpteen timesHave I been foodAnd at times preyTo a man’s hunger,Now who is your father. Once in a month, three daysMy womb weptTears of bloodTill the day you sprouted And I graduated fromA private shame to aPublic honour. Not as easy as a fruit that can be pluckedNot as easy as an egg to layContinue reading “Woe, Owe and Vow”
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HINTS FOR IDEAL LIFE
Give a smile Walk a mile Be full of humour Never carry a rumour Harm not your brethren Nor an animal, even a hen Help the needy Condemn the greedy Never be late Sacrifice for the state.
You prick me Any number of times I bleed every time.. You grow sharper.. The pain and blood wrings out a verse.. that caress my soul.. Every time you prick And I shed a drop of red You ask Ain’t I sharp? I smile.
The Recipe of Words
When Dear emotions embrace The fingers scribble out A salad of words, cut them Shape them, cook them And serve on the table Of poets. The recipes It can fill the taste buds Of a million minds.. The chef seized by crazy wonder rolls out…Ceaseless Likes, dislikes, comments drench his rainbow At least, He cooksContinue reading “The Recipe of Words”
Rope in a tug of war
The Dilemma of a Daughter-in-law