Poetry - Page 9

The wise say, why wander hither and thither, Temples, mosques and churches; He is within you. Have I found Him within me? Not yet; But I see Him, In the sun, in the moon, In the hills, mountains, rivers, and

Gone are those golden days My unforgettable girlhood days; The delight of roaming with friends On the wide roads, with the fresh breeze blowing, Bougainvilleas peeping from both sides, the mosaic colours of red, yellow and white. No fear of

I was expecting you since noon Yet apprehending will you? They say, birth death and rain Nobody can predict. But I hoped and hoped, The sky got darker The green trees swayed Cool breeze got inside the house But where