poem

Whispers of the RiverbankOn a lonely riverbank, one cool evening—have you ever heard the murmur of the river?Have you seen the endless stretch of...

In the Promise of JoyI released my gathered anger,let my resentments spread their wings and fly away,set my hatreds afloat on the river’s currenttoward...

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...

The Heart That Watches AloneMy hand has burned in the fire,My two eyes have drowned in the invisible spring;By what virtue, O Life,Have you...