Just Think  Over by Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy  

The scars of starvation'
The fears of isolation
Both when prey on poverty
A trail of death without mercy
Would be left behind
To pounce perpetually.

The showers may welcome soon
Crops may flourish like a boon
Yet poverty flourishes to torment
All through ages, without vent
The thirst of death doesn't end
Till an alternate to hunger is found
Possibly by the mercy of the rich
But, who has time to think-over?

Hunted by death, tamed by hunger
Poverty governs the fate of poor
In askance, if one thinks over
Where do the merciful strings dwell?
Are they at the doorstep of rich?

Cursed by fate
Accursed by destiny
The plight of the poor
Like a common phenomenon
If ignored in the routine
How can poverty be eradicated?
How can the poor cope to survive?

Reflections by    Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy  

The same shadows

A similar obsession

The warm babble

All disappear slowly

Into the dawn’s lap.

The stretching shadows

The lurking obsession

Again the warm babble

Slowly disappear again

Into the lap of dusk fall.

The different nights

Dark and moonlit

The different dawns

The different evenings

Display shades of life

At different times

Only to disappear.

We ought to learn

The art of living,

The art of sharing,

Loving and caring,

Attentive and aspiring;

From the raising sun

From the setting sun

Which everyday reflect

The reflections of life.

Plight of flowers by    Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy  

Shower after shower
Rock the petals splendor
Dejected and doomed
I curse, why had I bloomed.

The season of summer
Like-wise wilts my glitter
Dumb stuck I bear the pain
Caught by the hot-noon sun.

Fury of winds do not abate
Spring seems on a hot pursuit
Every season shows some fury
And every hope is forced to bury.

Winter does not lag behind
It has a phase own to offend
The biting cold wraps all night
Here too I fall flat to the might.

A blooming flower am I, dear
Ravaged by seasons, peep with fear
Who reckons our fear-daubed life?
Which snap our short-spanned lives.

Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana

The Child’s Proposal by  Takis Ioannides

There up high
from the cross of sighs
sadly beckon
the gazes of children
Desire for serenity
and of the times agony
testing the line
of the holy and divine

They seek the grace
of a warm embrace
like a restless wave
a beach to pave
their soul to hold
the light of gold
granted so openly
by God Almighty


Moist and wise
the valley of eyes
crystal clear
are children’s tears
giving the sign
for thoughts divine
proposing too
love’s virtue

By Takis Ioannides