Poems
LIGHT A LAMP
Light a lamp O Kodava clans,
For the memories of our braves,
Who died upon their golden soil,
Rather than live as slaves .
Light a lamp my...
POLI, POLI, DEVA…
Winters night falls gently,
As a veil across the vale,
The full yellow moon,
Bathes the Kodagu ‘bayle’,
The fragrance of ripe paddy,
Wafts across the golden fields,
The heady...
AKHRI NAMAN
As the flames engulfed his body,
Both in life and death,
The nation stood with his family,
And with them quietly wept.
All part of a macabre certainty,
Ever...
MONSOON MAGIC
Hanging off the handlebars,
Swerving 'round the curves,
Racing thro' the misty roads,
As on the monsoon rain pours.
Coffee trees and silver oak
Blurring past the eye,
Paddy fields...
November Sunset – by the Fields
The day exhales its final hum,
As gold dissolves to embered hue.
Across the fields, in hush and bloom,
The sun sinks slow—its last adieu.
Fiery clouds guard...