Harish k. Thakur Poems

A lone strar's fulgent eye
dark midnight's chill
creep into the veins
of frozen words of silence.
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In the country hall of Lescovac
Echoe the pangs of past,
The young Roma lads
Sing their way
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I am amused
At the gentle smile
You always hold
On your rodomont face.
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In these landscapes
guarded for centuries
by the long arms
of the impressive ‘pipals’
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Welcome to the valley of dust
welcome to the valley of mist
strolling over the barren lands
meet the hounds of lust.
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Near the broad square
Of the city
Is raised a huge heritage temple
Of Serbo-Byzentine type,
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A wish runs through
The soft lines
Of your protruding bust,
And a lightening
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At four
there is a flurry of steps
on the zebra crossing
the dead veins of the granite road
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From the top of the mountain hill
Where the Sun keeps its warm head
Every morning,
Runs down the Sun of a new morn
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Silent sleeps Danube
Under the blanket of thick mist,
Over the ruby landscapes of Belgrade.
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