Gopikrishnan Kottoor
This black snakeWill not leave my mind.It was gliding, under cover,Perhaps just going back homeWhen I spotted it again.There, I saidAnd the snake...
Basu Shashi
One such flower is neededWhich can sacrifice the good fortuneOf becoming an offering to God,Which can sacrifice the desireTo be woven into a...
Aalok Guatam
Images of deities,Their worship in the language of the heart from deep within,Assurances of happiness and of peace,A belief that thrives on faith,The...
Alexander Pushkin
It’s for you that my soft and affectionate voiceDisturbs at this late hour a silent night’s repose.Where by my bed a melancholy candle...
Sundar Shireesh
Clapping-clapping, hey, hey!Uncle comes riding a horseAunty comes on a litterBrings the sweet conical ice-creamHow tasty this milky-meal!Clapping-clapping, hey, hey!
Miss,I can’t sing this...
Bimal Kishore Shrivastav
Like a living tree, a passive spectator,the mother just gazedas her 10-year-boy headed to serve in the hotel.Her eyes, sucking tears for...
Anu Panta
If he had floated in the warmth of her heartthey would not have separated.
Unfortunately, he drowned in the ardorof her corpse, soaked his...
