Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
An Elegy
She was a lively spirited soul
her presence at the desk
attending phone calls
with her sweet chirping voice
was music to the ears
a helpful friendly soul
always in starched cotton saris
her wide smile and friendliness
made her endear to all
I met her one day
she was an epitome of joy
seeing a colleague's wife
in a pregnant state
said it would be a boy
complemented on looks and
the sari worn
praises that came from the heart
Alas! a sad news one day
she was no more
was victim to brain haemorrhage
in prime of life
leaving behind
a loving family
to entertain gods above
the office is silent now
without her and her
resounding laughter
that echoed round
the office for years and years
her presence at the desk
attending phone calls
with her sweet chirping voice
was music to the ears
a helpful friendly soul
always in starched cotton saris
her wide smile and friendliness
made her endear to all
I met her one day
she was an epitome of joy
seeing a colleague's wife
in a pregnant state
said it would be a boy
complemented on looks and
the sari worn
praises that came from the heart
Alas! a sad news one day
she was no more
was victim to brain haemorrhage
in prime of life
leaving behind
a loving family
to entertain gods above
the office is silent now
without her and her
resounding laughter
that echoed round
the office for years and years
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
The moon
From my bed,
Through the window
Looking at the full moon
Golden rays
illuminating
The night sky and earth below
I gazed and gazed
Felt the moon smiling at me
From behind the dark clouds
It kept appearing and disappearing
Then appeared in full form
Clouds at bay
To spread radiance around
And lighting the path for weary travellers
Bound home
Through the window
Looking at the full moon
Golden rays
illuminating
The night sky and earth below
I gazed and gazed
Felt the moon smiling at me
From behind the dark clouds
It kept appearing and disappearing
Then appeared in full form
Clouds at bay
To spread radiance around
And lighting the path for weary travellers
Bound home
Sunday, December 7, 2014
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