oh RK

Lush green climbers

Sitting coyly in my village house garden,

Looked lustreless to me.

They looked more vibrant green

Perched on the corner of my city flat

Do colours have sensitivity like human hearts?

Blessed was Mr .Narayan

Who could conjure up a Malgudi

From his illusions.

May be unhindered imagination

And recording them

In black and white

Are a great blessing .

Plentiful flow of powerful emotions

From your pen to paper

Come to a standstill

When you are called upon

To brew a cup of coffee.

Mr.Narayan was blessed no doubt

For he belonged to the coffee drinkers club .

He could very well write about

The nuances of making filter coffee

For he was never a coffee maker!