A memory of Gandipeta By R.Krishnamurthy
How sweet used to be the water
How fresh it was even in summer
It would stir your appetite like a tonic
You wouldn’t have to visit a clinic
Banana By R.Krishnamurthy
Banana is a poor man’s fruit
It is his breakfast or supper
A desert after lunch like a sweet
Available in summer and winter
My lover’s wedding card by R.Krishnamurthy
How you liked me I don’t know
Being poor, there was nothing to show
I didn’t try to steal your heart
It’s beyond me to play a trick of that sort
A doctor By R.Krishnamurthy
If you watched an old movie
Or if you heard an old story
There would be a doctor
More famous than an actor
Emotional Pollution- Caused by malicious and fake people
People in unhappy countries, with all other kinds of pollution in plenty, trying to find happiness in the limited opportunities available to them resort to polluting emotions. It manifests in their lifestyle, intentions, and behaviours