Need juice!


The monsoon rain falls

Without conviction

People drive to work

Without invitation


The cuckoo sings

As a matter of routine

The grass sparkles

Without any sheen


The sun is out

Its light’s all diffuse

I scribble my poems

They lack any juice!


Low on charge

Gadgets still run

I grope and grasp

For love’s inspiration!




Abhay B. Joshi