Poems by Krishnan V

Manna Dey, the Singing Legend

a poem by Krishnan V

The saddest of the sad days was the day
When the legend Manna Dey passed away.
Singing for the screen for six sizzling decades,
Winning many an award and accolades;
Manna’s voice was sweet as manna from heaven,
Sweetening all the ears of his loving listeners,
His was the sixth finest voice to thrive,
Rafi, Hemant, Mukesh, Talat and Kishore the other five.
The fragrance of his finest songs would linger
For as long as the songs remind us of the great singer.
Manna doesn’t drop from heaven every other day;
It needs another Manna Dey
To shower manna-like music on earth,
Now that he has gone to the upper berth.

The Fallen Trees

a poem by Krishnan V

Pounded by pangs of poverty,
Haunted by humes of hunger,
They left their humble huts by the hill,
Lured by the avaricious agents of the Devil,
Forced to cut down the legs of Nature,
They laboured for long heavy bours,
Cutting down and carrying Redwood
In the fateful forests of Lord Govinda.
Hounded and hunted down by
Pernicious, power drunk Policemen,
They fell to the brutal bullets
From the rifles of uniformed ruffians.
Their souls will not rest in heaven
Till the earth becomes
A safe and secured haven
Till the earth, for the miserable poor
Becomes a safe haven.