Umasankar Vadrevu

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AMNESIA

Delve slowly on this un-trodden path,
Marshy, forgotten,
And slowly lost……………….
Shadows cast,
Faces drawn
Names dissolve,
In a smoky mist …………….
Then it feels as though,
All is lost.

October Twenty Seventh, 1989

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HAPPINESS

Sitting in the class,
So hot and stuffy,
No power,
The so called electricity,
My mind drifted out
Through the openness, the door,
Where could be seen
Filtered light,
Dust particles,
Flirting,
As my imagination flew on,
Beauty compounded,
Green leaves shimmered,
Like silvery water,
Creating,
Ripples in my heart


July Thirty first, 1989

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Written in Prof. Acharyulu’s Class
Engineering Economics and Accounting
(VIIth Semester)


ON INDU MISHRA

An abstract art form,
Not in the usual norm,
In this world so torn,
You have braved each morn.

Have your own pretty way,
Come you here do every day
And care not to what people say
You haven’t from your heart yet strayed.

Do come as you do every day,
To create ripples may be waves,
And revive in me the octaves,
Of those bygone days


October Twenty Sixth, 1989

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OUT SIDE THE LIBRARY
I sit here on this path,
Each morning to feel the soft touch,
As the first rays of the sun,
Gently do me and my green couch touch.

The flowers on tall shoots, yes I see,
They’ve always remained as beautiful to me,
Re-accounting things both past and present
Things of the past seem more of an event.

So beautiful and splendid,
Life was never sordid.
Peace I love to cherish ………… alone,
But very fast it always does perish.

As the pages in my life’s notes turn,
I sometimes feel it …………… the churn,
Squeezing and seeping out slowly,
Yes, and it does feel lonely.



November Eleventh, 1989


Outside the Library