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
poetry for children
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
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
I am a Scientist By R.Krishnamurthy
Despite the growth of science
I firmly believe in superstitions
When a cat crosses my path
I go home and take a bath