• PENLESS POET

    Putting on page poetic sip  Without holding pen hip  With care elegance,I keep Verses over my finger tip Thoughts light and deep  Drawing words on web in heap  Using the keyboard’s ink  Over my finger stanza sleep I compose what I think  Use keyboard like guitar string  I am a PENLESS POET On my finger…

  • BLOOD OF RUBBER

      Except the dark night who is around.  No on can listen those mute sound. Not weeping but bleeding rubber tree, At early morning he is  waiting for fresh wound. Farmer is now a tapper as nature can see, Ready with knife to take latex as his job fee, From the thick and soft plant’s…