Keep these verbs
you may require them
to bend a steel of wrath-
sharp weapons from behind
...
Let rain bring back the rhyme
from beyond mythical hills:
dry stony earth, this page,
cracks of my mind full-
...
I am just forty
when my father
at seventy-three's duskglow
runs with
...
Loneliness, you come to me
in my morning varandah and sipping tea
when after crushing summer
comes first the brave busy shower.
...
Milestones of a forlorn road
lie wayside
under mists and partial shadows
behind wintercanvas -
...
Mysrerious earth would it be
when you and I sit together-
this grand old river of good wishes
like the meeting table in between us
...
Tonight, the world is too drenched,
the unmoved earth too distilled
under films of rainy shades-
I dream, in such a soaked, sultry night
...
yet I return trudging
back to your port-
knee deep water
where sorrows sport,
...
Some good cracks
tired walls, now you're
flogged
black and blue-
...
Dear words,
once my playmate
too lovely and bold,
now drifted so far and slips
...