Jyoti Thatte: 2 books

“Words are my children,” I say, With disbelief, look at me, they. How can anyone understand This unseen relation of an unknown land? How words smile at me when I groom them, In a meaningful string, I bind them. Like all children, they too would grow, On the tide of time effortlessly flow. And...

A doe with shiny eyes, Silently from the herd shies, As the little fawn she licks, Foolishly stumbles and effortlessly kicks, Unknown, lost, safe in the herd, Silent, silent not a word, A predator set on a prowl, How it smells, how it growls, Sit silently o stupid little fawn, Do not dance do not...