Poetry

I wrote this poem after I completed my M.Sc. in Botany. During our degree course, we were supposed to cut plants and make slides and herbaria out of them. On that fateful day, we were standing in the line to apply for my degree certificate in the University Campus. I ...

Verses do not match the theme, When I encounter such a day; I find everything going wrong, Then I keep my pen at bay.   Perhaps, I got up from the wrong side of bed, I then think. I forget the events of daily routine, And often lose their serial ...

Kiddish though they may be, Some of these poems of mine. They represent the states of mind At all these times, of mine. I had written this poem about the river Ganga, several years back and I am sharing it with you now. Holy Ganges! Out of the cacophony of ...

Oh! Stop this destruction, my friend. Don’t wait for my patience’s end. You not only cut the trees of teak and Sal But also are paving the way to death’s very hall. Your axes kill, not only the trees, But also the soil beneath your feet. The river nearby floods, ...

I want to return to a wilderness; Though, I don’t know where it is. To this place, my mind drifts; Not knowing where it is. A river runs nearby With trees on either bank, tall and with leaves, stud. There is a little cottage, as well, With birds chirping around. ...

While I was moving along, A lone stub of a tree, I came upon. I looked at it with curiosity; Which species of plant it is to see.   Suddenly, a forlorn voice addressed me; “Why are you looking at me, so curiously? I am no big tree; majestic to ...

One fine morning I realized, That the world has become one and systematized. The continents had again formed the Pangea, And all the seas surrounded it. An unknown force was binding them And all belonged to the same unit. There was complete harmony for there was no terrorist. Nobody hoarded ...

Aamir has come up with a defense to his statement and has cited Rabindranath Tagore’s poem, Where the mind is without fear. That reminded me of my own poem that I wrote on my country’s 65th independence day. Yes, Rabindranath Tagore wanted a good morrow for his country. But what ...