The lake receives the sun
amid a chorus of waking birds,
ripples catching gold
as the day clears its throat.
Clouds rise in burnished hues—
amber, saffron, flame—
while the...
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...
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...