A Haiku Of Indian Summer

A fallen dry leaf
hits the cracking drier earth--
Summer's on its way.

A goer sits down
beneath a banyan tree,
exhausted with thirst.

Who's chirping sweetly?
Is it a mirage of bliss--
I heard... I beheld.

You're stepping away.
Rains, winters and springs are gone--
Summer's on its way...

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Dr. S.N, Mohanty :: Principal, B.J.B. Junior College

Paperboat (Blender and Gimp)

Trystic

Ages of sombre slumber Preserves thy soul not From the sabre o' desire "Far from the folk they meet in the dusk of a shrewd spring glorying in tales of lust trystic ballads they sing " Divine inert eternity rewards thou not warmth of profane audacity " Their willowy hands are wrapped A tale of nails and lips Those softest unkempt grass Serve for the trystic sleeps " O' poet, pretend not and sing Of this tryst of springs Of those small profane things " ... Narrow eyes of heavens then flash Fear grips like a venomous sting promising return they part still trystic ballads they sing... " When those springs are gone On our tryst's doom A sombre monsoon's dusk, some profane buds then bloom... NOTES: In this poem first, third and fifth verses are related to each other and second, forth and sixth ones are related to each other. The last verse is a standalone one. First group of verses convey my thoughts on the imagery that is described through...

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