English Poetry

  ‘The Ghost in the Steel Cab’ Dr Belavadi Prabhakar The city sleeps in padded berths, While starlight skims the rail, A thousand souls in dreaming depth, Behind a canvas veil.   But at the head, in shadowed light, Where amber gauges glow, One pair of eyes dissects the night to give the dream its flow.   No cheering crowd, no staged applause, Just rhythmic, heavy breath, A steady hand on iron claws Between life and death.   Through monsoon’s wall and winter’s ghost, The signal’s lonely green— A vigil at a singular post, The pilot felt but was never seen.   They do not know the hands That holds the throttle’s heavy weight, As mile by mile the track unfolds Against the whims of fate.   The journey ends, the masses spill, They vanish through the gate, while silent, At his window still, He waits for morning's freight.   A thankless turn, a quiet pride, In grease and steel enshrined, The on...

The Modern Drumbeat Dr Belavadi Prabhakar                                                 Dum Dum Dum The King has stepped down The Politician takes the stage The sword is put to rest As the Missile comes of age Dum Dum Dum The heavy Cannon retires As the Drone begins its flight Trading a pinch of chilli For a face full of pepper’s bite Dum Dum Dum Casting off the heavy crown For a tailor-made disguise Replacing the honest frown With a thousand digital lies Dum Dum Dum The Dove has lost its wings To the flood of stinging Spam The village square is silent While we post it on the 'Gram Dum Dum Dum Truth is stripped and naked While the Fake wears silk and gold The wise man stays a hermit While the fool grows loud and bold Dum Dum Dum Like a man who seeks the itch Then lets the red ants in St...