मैं नीर भरी दुख की बदली! ~BY MAHADEVI VARMA
स्पन्दन में चिर निस्पन्द बसा
क्रन्दन में आहत विश्व हँसा
नयनों में दीपक से जलते,
HUNGER ~BY JAYANTA MAHAPATRA
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her,
I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH ~BY ALAN SEEGER
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY ~BY LORD BYRON
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
AN INTRODUCTION ~ BY KAMALA DAS
I don’t know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
THE SECOND COMING ~BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
THE LADY OF SHALOTT ~BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
NIGHT OF THE SCORPION ~BY NISSIM EZEKIEL
I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
A RIVER ~BY AK RAMANUJAN
In Madurai,
city of temples and poets,
who sang of cities and temples,
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.