Themes

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A red Sun now buries his face
In the blushing horizon’s bosom
To rejuvenate his weary self
For the outings of another day

From amidst the busy crowd
Cradled in his mother’s arms
A little kid chooses to smile at me
Showering all unadulterated love

Fragrant fresh blooms in my path
Sway charmingly in cool wind
Like the chuckling little girls
Sharing their own sweet secrets

World abounds in varied themes
Paving ways to vent heart’s waves
Trapped in mind’s masochistic hole
I could yet write of none but you!

Ashok Krishna