Poems
THE LAST RIFLEMAN
Upon the barren,freezing slopes,
Under the old holy tree,
Lay still the last rifleman,
Now passed on into history.
As his warm blood trickled out,
Onto the frozen white...
Trees with minds of their own
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree...
SUN AND MOUNTAINS (Aruna – Achal)
From across the blazing plains of Assam,
Along the mighty Brahmaputra we rode.
Soon climbing through the winding roads,
To the gateway of Arunachal….Tezpur.
At times in the...
Tintern Abbey
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 - BY WILLIAM...