Let no one sing to me
“you are my sunshine”
Sing to me
“You are my gentle breeze”
Would you like me to be the running water
Or a torrent of Wind
May be glazed tiles of snow
Lavender water in your bath.
I keep complaining every summer
Winter does not affect me
Makes me desire more
More of Life, more desire
Warmth, love, cuddles, hugs
Tea cups, more tea cups
Less electricity bills
Bhajans, satsanghs, crowds huddled
Streets decked with colours
Unused shirts and trousers, sweaters
Pulled from the wardrobes, dusted, ironed
A winter morn my cup of Coffee.
Parasuram Ramamoorthi: Poet with three published volumes of Poetry. Norwich Musings ( 2003); Fire courts Water 2009; Neem Gita 2011; Playwright with twelve plays published and Performed.Autism Advocate and Pioneer in the file of Drama for Autism. Chairman VELVI www.velvi.org