A Sparrow

A sparrow soaked in rain,
Shakes off a tiny fountain,
Time to fold the umbrella, and,
Drizzle-walk NYC again.

-GG

Sing along

Sing along, even if you can't sing.
Tomorrow's tune will be different
from the gloomy notes that today played.
Tomorrow will be a different song,
And if you decide,
It could be a joyful note on the string.

Sand dunes

Alone under the sun
bathing in sand I stand.
Stung, yet alive
I grow, I thrive
and inch towards the end.

GG

A Day to Remember

Today is death anniversary of Sukhdev Thapar, Shivaram Rajguru and Bhagat Singh and 100th birth anniversary of Ram Manohar Lohia. I would have not remembered, but for Vinod Dua's 9.30 news slot on NDTV India.

On March 23, 1931
Three youths died
shouting slogans till their last breath
to keep the revolution alive.
More than six decades of sleep later,
they perhaps still scream in their graves:
Wake up.

A government hospital

The filth, the clamour
The smell of blood, whiff of death
Poverty, helplessness
Apathy, gloom, juggernaut —
A government hospital.

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--Gauri

Swing on a star

The radio played:

"... Or would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are..."

From Doris Lessing's short story 'A road to the big city'

Mesjay, this one's for you. I have been filling up a little diary these days and so the blog's neglected a bit. :)