Don’t invite me to your marriage
To do anything in life one will have a reason which is either built by his knowledge gathering process or induced in shortcut by people and surroundings around him.
O, sun By R.Krishnamurthy
You are moving at a snail’s pace
In a chariot pulled by seven horses
On a familiar course across the sky
With no stop over through out the day
War By R.Krishnamurthy
I am not against a war
I don’t want to be a coward
I will rather die like a hero
It will be the best reward
My glasses By R.Krushnamurrhy
I got glasses in my thirtees.Some
Said that I looked better in them
I would hold them in my left hand
Before long I saw the doctor a second
Justice By R.Krishnamurthy
I will run from pillar to post
Seeking redress of my grievance
Unmindful of indifferent response
Hoping there will be justice at last
