The mango trees in the spring blow,But without any vigour and glow.Sadness hangs around the hollow house,My sick heart finds no repose. The stars hum a sorrowful tune,The moonlight lurks mournfully,The rivers look cold and motionless.I feel weak like the … Continue reading →

Earlier, my village lane,Accompanied by the gentle breeze,Was the haven,For the tired traders and tillersTo resume their chores. Earlier, the lush green field,Bordered by dahlia blooms,Was the seatFor the crying, lone ladsTo attain stamina, smile for play. The shades of … Continue reading →

The lush maize in the farm,Like the celebrating cheer-leaders,Are waving their green heads in jubilation,Not bothering when they would wither. The canaries in the horizon,Like a rejoicing kite at its flight,Are chirping ditties of prime life,Not musing on the approaching … Continue reading →