Poems For Your Reading

Ganja They are smoking ganja From a clay pipe Or killing themselves slowly? Friends for ganja. Puri The temple With the bizarre wooden Idols Of Jagannathg, Balabhadra and Subhadra Looking beautifully. The Barber Indian barber, I have seen him Shaving and cutting for long, The same poor fellow Who could not be rich. Konark TheChariot Wheel Carved out of stone Is strangely designed To give it the look of. A replica. Amphan Amphan came And went away Swirling and uprooting Trees and it all, Whatever came its way With the wind velocity so high It making the landfall And taking the route to Pass by With the rains lashing, Winds gusting, Blowing away.