A poem commenting on the sexist coverage of female athletes’ achievements in Rio Olympics 2016
I couldn’t tell with the first glance What is on the other side of the river? What is the purpose of this life? Why the rain hits the ground down? If by chance am I the only one with the questions?
A grandma – for alms for love, Piercing time, she walked in. Giving cash, I was about To catch my bus, of future prompt. Halting time, trading charity She kissed my hand. Aboard I left. (Korean Sijo is more or less similar to Japanese Haiku style. It is beautiful form of Korean poetry; illustrating religious… Continue reading Song of Her Kiss
While my chi stay alive and slack Floating over the river Dream and resting Thoughts vaporizing high Poetry pictures life with happy colours How to savour every raindrop Reviving and animating. Not always. Raindrops too pain… When frozen. There had been stories and legends on love and amity But they remain dead fragments of past No true love… Continue reading Raindrops Too Pain… When Frozen
Sun sets my heavy heart down Leaving worst of day behind My heart is still, no ripple Waiting for your call that thunders the sky Heart travels back to the past My bad, I left you for uncertainty Years went so fast ten and five Hopeless of our re-union Yet a deep voice foretells our… Continue reading Forgotten
Heat, heart, dark, dust. Down the road failed to rescue – River, forest, sky. Climate changes, Repercussions of El-Niño. Summer rains Show me the sun is good. Golden bowl showering snow Summer rains sing me yellow. Bring me the warmth to soothe my heart, Not the heat that melt my skin. Bring me the coolness… Continue reading Summer Rains Sing Me Yellow