Waiting for her By R.Krishnamurthy
Everything looks so pretty
Even the cactus looks rosy
The barren land seems like a meadow
Whether it’s the sun or the moon I don’t know
My Love is evergreen By R.Krishnamurthy
My love is evergreen
Starting at sweet sixteen
When you were just a blossom
In the breeze floated the balm
Lets play Holi By R.Krishnamurthy
O, my beloved, lets play holi
With colors I am ready
But your cheeks are rosy
The pink seems unnecessary
Technology and democracy By R.Krishnamurthy
I often wonder at democracy
And am amazed at technology
They don’t allow supremacy
And generate some kind of equality
