Poem about a good man,who built his dog.a beautiful house…

This is about an old man and an apple tree. He is out plowing his field one day and came across a sprig of an apple tree and decides to take it home. He does and plants it. The tree grew tall and was full of apples, but when the old man becomes sick and dies the tree withers away and dies as well.

The poem is about the subtle differences of word, gesture or expression read in lucid manner among love and reading them determines the depth of love.

What is love?

One of life’s greatest mysteries…or not. A tanka (or an attempt at one).

Ruskin Bond is one of India’s best known English writers, who has written hundreds of novels and other works. He is humble, down-to-earth, has a sense of humility in him. During my meeting with him, I did not get the impression that he is greedy for money or fame or out to hog limelight. Some people that I have come across (and who have met him), have confirmed this.

I am told that one day in a week he goes down to Mussorie, a hill station close to Landour and sits in a book store and the tourists rush there, buy books and get them autographed by Ruskin Bond.

A Poem about my son. There will be tough times to get through and I am prepared. We learn to forgive through time and being accepting. I love you Alexander!

A LOVE POEM.

This is for my best friend, straight from the heart…

A poem.