I think I have made up the buffaloes here. I feel their absence so much. You want to make your tranquil morning scenes cloyingly beautiful? You represent.

Fun news in short verse. They have found just a hundred cods left in the North Sea. They have searched the deep seas below,. Found a hundred cods left in the North Sea . The count cannot be all that wrong surely. By ten deep sea divers on ten fingers ,you see. They take no chances with their headlines. And rely on own fingers for tens and nines. Tagged humor in news headlines.

Night of the Scorpion A poem By Nissim Ezekiel. I remember the night my mother. Was stung by a scorpion. Of steady rain had driven him. To crawl beneath a sack of rice. He risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies. And buzzed the name of God a hundred times. To paralyse the Evil One.

The chair as object poem. Birthdays are for celebration in our minds. From the annals of the history of the eyes. That flows within cool ducts of river streams. The ducts overflow with salt choking whites. But fill them with beauty flowers in outlines. Of limpid pools on lazy summer afternoons. That stream with primordial salt of blue aqua,. The life of a Pi.

Three men on the steps. But what is the beauty of the angle? Three men on the steps. Cities die regularly from suns. When suns go red in the face. As cities grow dark and dense,. On steps are found three men. Awaiting a Leica to hide them. In shadows, away from cities. Reference is to a classic photograph of Three Men on Steps by the Seine by Ilse Bing. Posted in ilse bing photography. Three men on the steps.

By the sweat of his brow. Making light of serious stuff. A poem a day by A. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. Dad would rather not part with. His daughter into her marriage,. Spinster daughter,not a virgin. Her marriage is not important . Daugher is ,for doddering dad. Concerned about his hard shit. Everything goes down to shit.

And he looked at his wife, not with a smile now, but with hatred. She glanced at him too, and also with hatred and anger. She knew who would be the first to try and grab her winnings.

Children playing in the sea. Hey,this is not the banana we eat at home! October 14, 2010. The little yellow-black bird which visited our tree. Fishing in the deep waters. Watch the three boys squatting on the river bank with their hands clutching their heads. There is another boy who has just taken a dip in the river and is putting his dress back. The woman is here calling out to her companion from the arched entrance to the temple.

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