ravi_panamanna's Saved Poems

This is an ancient house
whose walls are chiefly brown.
The building blocks are bones
The windows – the sensory organs

The pipes are the vessels,
The waters being the blood;
The pump house is a marvellous device
That works for decades...

Beyond the endless waters
It is all a passing wind.
Beyond the calls of ferry
It is all a passing voice.

Feeling for the winds of yore
The old man glanced at the fabulous river.
Sitting under the shades
He screwed up his long beard in...