Radhamani Sarma Poems
Oh! My God! It Is Nowhere To Go
It is not God’s Land, any more,
much is submerged, ancient is gone,
Good old days are buried alive.
I swim on the seemingly
safe currents tossing above,
Oryx, restrains its move,
Crazy bull with fierce looks
attacks not but recede,
Market fairs look defeated,
Ozymandias, no longer subdues
Our passion and prided anger,
Yet, human Temerity tames tangible.
lay your head on your
hands and brood over
how to recompense the loss.
Love In The Clippings
A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.
Autumn’s crude chill already
Stayed, residue, in my heart, for some time,
‘Rue not’! My, yet to be softened