Birdsong
Sixteen years
have gone
since my father died.
No, sixteen seconds.
No, less than a second.
A firefly on a leaf.
A bird song.
Cold Rain
It was raining last night
and the night before --
it is raining still.
Everything darkens --
the wooden table,
chair,
inkpot,
Van Gogh's self portrait
on the wall --
all darkling now.
Within, the silence --
how dear it is
and out in the rainy dark --
fireflies, crickets.
Ram Tekisui Shepherd is based in Kerala , India. He also writes under the names Tekisui RC and M.A. Ramachandran. His poetry has appeared in various magazines and has been published in anthologies.
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