poetry

There is an elephant in the room

Can you see it, right here, inside swaying the tusks dripping blood? Do you see it, drunk in adulation the peak of its head held high still climbing with every cheer from the boisterous crowd?   Are you seeing it- the large microphonic ears flapping on himself like a decorated fan?   Those distrusting eyes penetrating through you in quiet[Read More...]

Immortal Nightingale –an ode

Wandering here and there Among adivasis everywhere Singing like active Nightingale Inspiring local people She explored people’s lives Offered succor without any avarice She was a darling To the folks who were listening And applauding One day, uniformed dragons came Choked her throat without shame Mutilated her body To frighten everybody Then mercilessly draped Her with some dress readymade And[Read More...]