Triveni Journal
1927 | 11,233,916 words
Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....
There’s no spring here
In this sphere
It’s a mere summer
All the time and ever
There’s no flower
Neither dale nor meadow
Around or across is no lover
Not a gale or glade or willow
There’s not even the autumn,
But every even an auburn –
Brazen-bush-burn
unyielding and stubborn
The nights have no moon
And the stars left too soon
But the daily dawn has a sun
Whose spikes are fire-spun
This place, known as earth
Has little love-not even mirth
For people are of different ‘isms’
Undefined regional prisms
It rained here once, but in vain,
Where every memory’s plain
And living life, are badly maimed.
Hell-fire helps better bum all the dead
The gulping needs of religion
Left too little of oxygen.
Thus thrive in parts: breath
And alongside death.