contemplative short poem

Shadows Growing ShorterAs the days go by,the shadows grow smaller.Even on Navami,the branches no longer fill with bloom.The year’s supply runs thin;the heart does...

Questions of Form and SorrowJust because mangoes are round,Should we then call them “servants” (golam)?And seeing a crowd at the wheat shop,Must one suddenly...

Perhaps You TooYou are bound, my friend,to the strings of life’s rhythm—in new awareness, new dreams,in the stirring pulse of thought.…Perhaps you too—when those...