Shakespeare inadvertently struck his head on his bookshelf One day Consumed in his profound thoughts, And huge anger at his neighbour’s wife Who had plucked flowers from his garden That

  PONGAL In Tamil Nadu’s heart, a festival so bright,  PONGAL, the harvest,a joyous delight. BHOGI starts the grand affair, Cleaning and painting, a joyful share. Unwanted things, we bid

There lived in the late seventies, in the street behind ours, one Mr Mody, who was the secretary (a matriculate, who had risen in ranks from a clerk) of the

Today, 23rd January is the birthday of Nethaji Subash Chandra Bose. Here is a Poem I wrote today on him. SUBASH CHANDRA BOSE Subash Chandra Bose, NETAJI                     so true, A