Hunger

Two small stones clattered for beat,

deep nasal voice sang for food.

Little girl scampered bare feet,

arms for alms her mother stood.

Often a smile filled these souls-

not enough for their bellies.

Sometimes few coins clinked their bowl,

and the lives got a new lease.

Short and light is their slumber-

long is the song of hunger.

Amma

Unknown to different culture,

stranger to other language.

Yet determined to nurture

her babies of varied age.

She would pamper us with food

and barrels of coffee strong.

She revived the motherhood-

where she had always belonged.

Short feels her stay so priceless-

her image stamped is timeless.

Romantics

The colourful buds nestled each other-

their love blossomed for it sought no season.

The pleasures of vibes and eyes that muttered,

the mischievous veins heeded no reason.

Her gaze would kindle his poetic soul,

and wrinkles of her smile glowed with his verse.

The drops of emotions glistened and rolled,

blended with aroma of two lovers.

Sweet were the voices to ears so eager,

and gossips played a different melody.

And in absence their presence would linger-

the whispers imprinted on memory.

The wind would carry their scents to announce-

the fifty five summers of pure romance.