I want to be free
Like poets whose thoughts are free.
And whose lines are free
To remain short or long
And I want to be free
Like birds on a spree
Which sing together a song.
A temple in a village, a cow at home,
A lake or pond for people and animals to drink water,
And festivals galore almost every month–
To Indians, long ago, did only matter.
When you are in penury,
You know what life is;
You feel helpless to eke out life
And your will to live does cease!
When night was
The queen of silence,
A few barking dogs
My heart is barren
And my emotions are dry
I am no more a poet
6. Red Blossoms
Trees are afire with red blossoms
With the advent of spring;
But in winter they were shorn of leaves
And nothing but gloom they did bring.
Poems by Dr.Venkataramana K V.