To an old friend By R.Krishnamurthy
I thouhght I knew you
Like a shepeherd knew his sheep
Even one can not stray from his view
Even in a forest deep
Kudos to those By R.Krishnamurthy
This summer kudos to those
That have opened cool water points
A happy sight for thirsty throats
An oasis in a desert, a hope in distress
Complaints or compliments By R.Krishnamurthy
I will not pay attention to these complaints
I will regard them only as compliments
But I will note them with due regard
And to your notice with glee I forward
Release me from your spell By R.Krishnamurthy
You have held me captive
My hands are not active
The shackles are impossible to see
My feet can only follow thee
Me and my nose By R.Krishnamurthy
Suddenly I became ill
My nose blew like a whistle
Then it began to run like a river
I thought I also got fever
Sitting in her room on Christmas eve By R.Krishnamurthy
Sitting in her room on Christmas eve
It was her first ever to be alone without a relative
A spinster she was, a school teacher
Then there was a knock on the door