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
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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
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
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