Word Flow. Since I came of age don’t remember mother help with writing, like a bird feeding its fledglings can’t recall who crammed mouthfills of nourishing crumbs. I only recollect my mother lament if I would ever learn my 3…
Category: Poetry
THE FRIEND AFTER MY HEART! by Sai Padma Murthy
You never know until you try What you really meant to me What I am to you What we can b e when we are together When you can break the silence Just say “I believe you” Which is more…
MY MUSE! by Dr. Nayani Krishna Kumari
Like the nectar Permeating the sprouting bud My poetry oozes love for my fellow humans No Thick-knit poetic display of heavy phraseology No fireworks It is– Not a glitter of gold Not a goblet of honey MY poetry…
RIVER FLOWS
The river flows Like a thousand-hooded cobra Uncoiling in a sly, sensuous oscillation Like an archetypal danseuse In a dazzling finale, Full of zest and splendor, The river flows. The river flows. And moves on as she flows. The river…
Malathi Who?
MALATHI WHO? Shakespeare raised The compelling question What is in a name? So I thought too, until now. A query popped up in my head, Who’s Malathi? All the intriguing relationships Among Indians! I am Chinnamma, the little lady, at…