Enchanting Poetry_Sunil Sharma
Written by Sunil Sharma
The breeze rushes in through the tiny opening
In the sliding door,
Vigorous and singing
Like a screaming kid late and muddied,
After a long outdoor games on a summer morning
Played in the little courtyard full of cars and bikes
But happy being indoors for his toons.
Now sounds like
A backfiring scooter;
Earlier it was—
Like the golden drops
Sliding off naturally
From a honey-comb
Made in the recess of a building
By the smart bees
As there are no trees around.
About the Poet:
Sunil Sharma is a college principal and a widely-published bilingual critic, poet, literary interviewer, editor, translator, essayist and fiction writer. His six short stories and the novel Minotaur are prescribed currently for the undergraduate classes under the post-colonial studies at the Clayton University, Morrow, Georgia, USA. He is recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poet’s inaugural award of the poet of the year-2012.
He edits online journal Episteme:
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