Michael, drink you not too much,

A lotus for Mahatma GandhiOn the eve of the Independence Day.A red rose to St.ValentineOn the14th of February.

But when departingForgot to ask her name?

Secretly sharing with the flowers,Mark it,Betraying you, I can never be happy, my love?

First time affair, first time love,Love you,Love I.My love is a red, red red-roseBlushing at first sight,My coy and shy mistressWith the bent eye-lids.My love, call youAnd I will comeWherever am I,Hearing your call.As love is love,A thing of heart,So innocent, so ignorant a lassUnable to understand this complex world ofSo much complex people.My love,…

Modern poetry is about modern life, culture and philosophy,The city-bred urban people, townsmen,Materialistic, mechanical and technical,Talking about rampant urbanization and modernity,City-life, artificiality, superficialtiy and hypocrisy,Plazas, multicomplexes, skyscrappers,Shopping malls, cyber cafes, airports and bus terminuses,Metros and metropolitan and megacities.Modern poetry is about the hollow and shallow menAnd their love of materialism.

Which but know you, which but know I,Which but I cannot,As it happens, happens in love,Stealing the moon, I shall go sitting behind the church.The moon shining above and we behind the churchTalking, lost in the thoughts of ours,The fair, fine and silvery fresh moon shining up above,The moonshine-bathed the world,The moonlit ways and the…