"Tears"- C. Acharya I made the Mahal, of Taj, Also the list, of Schindler. Made her run, Towards the dying devdas. Made the temple, of Konark, And the jump, saving people. Made Baji Rout stop, the British, And also shot with pride. Creator of poets, Who make my poems. I make you strong, Tears? Let it come.
Poem-Finding Solace We both talk, To each other, Night and day, Dawn and dusk, About the stars, About the mountains, About the Romeo-Juliets, In our beds, In our works, In our leisures, We found solace. Our neighbourhoods burn, The smoke comes, Still we talk, We breath in the love, For each other, Hence we found solace. POET- C. ACHARYA
"Where did my loving friend go?"- C. Acharya He gave me water, On a small bowl, Big enough to swim and clean. He watched me enjoying, Through the window, Hiding not to scare me. Water tasted richer, But now its bitter. Bowl with emptiness, Scarcity of his breath. My chirps not replied. Do you know, Where did my loving friend go? Where did my loving friend go?