Sunil Sharma is Mumbai, India, based critic, literary editor and author with 19 published books, including six collections of poetry. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award for 2012. His poems have been published in the UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry. He edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu, published from Pittsburgh. Visit his webpage at http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html or his blog at
http://www.drsunilsharma.blogspot.in/.
Cries in an Uban Jungle
The caw-caw of a crow
perched on a canopy, this
summer morning,
sounds familiar
to a child,
chin resting on tiny hands,
eyes, red
looking out of a silent apartment
same vertical neighbourhood
of the rushed Mumbai.
Gently cries
for mom
commuting long distance
in an overcrowded local train
ears plugged in,
mind unable to delete
the teary face of the
kid, locked in.
Lap Comforting
The shirtless vagabond
sleeps on
the bare earth
under a graying-gnarled tree
at the corner of a street
full of noise and fumes
of the restive automobiles
the lips
black, parched
murmuring:
mother, mother
in a deep sleep
denied to many.
Street Aesthetics
Chalk circles
drawn diligently
over broken surfaces
by hands annoymous
geometrical patterns
that
tend to diminish
the harshness of tar,
and
change the neglected urban space
into beautiful piece of public art.
Sunil Sharma
http://www.drsunilsharma.blogspot.in/.
Cries in an Uban Jungle
The caw-caw of a crow
perched on a canopy, this
summer morning,
sounds familiar
to a child,
chin resting on tiny hands,
eyes, red
looking out of a silent apartment
same vertical neighbourhood
of the rushed Mumbai.
Gently cries
for mom
commuting long distance
in an overcrowded local train
ears plugged in,
mind unable to delete
the teary face of the
kid, locked in.
Lap Comforting
The shirtless vagabond
sleeps on
the bare earth
under a graying-gnarled tree
at the corner of a street
full of noise and fumes
of the restive automobiles
the lips
black, parched
murmuring:
mother, mother
in a deep sleep
denied to many.
Street Aesthetics
Chalk circles
drawn diligently
over broken surfaces
by hands annoymous
geometrical patterns
that
tend to diminish
the harshness of tar,
and
change the neglected urban space
into beautiful piece of public art.
Sunil Sharma