Friday, February 24, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Richly Drowned
by P K Padhy
Every body spoke very high of him
Some narrated
As the most distinguished,
Some compared
As tall as the ancient pipal tree.
Pearls of words rolled
As pebbles down the hill.
Words of adjectives rushed
As mad honey bees.
Hills of praises were built
And the reality stream
Dried out of shame.
The welcome speech ended
With noisy voice of winds.
He struggled with
An unbecoming smile
With his frog-like eyes.
Miserly every one clapped,
He was declared “Man of the City”.
Copyright © 2012 by Red River Review. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors.
No work may be reproduced or republished without the express written consent of the author.
by P K Padhy
Every body spoke very high of him
Some narrated
As the most distinguished,
Some compared
As tall as the ancient pipal tree.
Pearls of words rolled
As pebbles down the hill.
Words of adjectives rushed
As mad honey bees.
Hills of praises were built
And the reality stream
Dried out of shame.
The welcome speech ended
With noisy voice of winds.
He struggled with
An unbecoming smile
With his frog-like eyes.
Miserly every one clapped,
He was declared “Man of the City”.
Copyright © 2012 by Red River Review. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors.
No work may be reproduced or republished without the express written consent of the author.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Poetry for Tomorrow
We feel proud
being descendant of Neanderthals
on the flow of time
living here, adjacent everywhere
as a part of the long human-ware.
Beauty of boundary
encircles the edge of space
We are amongst
The sun, moon and stars
at a kaleidoscopic distance.
A play of love
for entire mankind
I plant
in dream, a world of garden
full of flowers and friendship.
Diogen, Issue 19, February, 2012
being descendant of Neanderthals
on the flow of time
living here, adjacent everywhere
as a part of the long human-ware.
Beauty of boundary
encircles the edge of space
We are amongst
The sun, moon and stars
at a kaleidoscopic distance.
A play of love
for entire mankind
I plant
in dream, a world of garden
full of flowers and friendship.
Diogen, Issue 19, February, 2012
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