The change
Surendra Nagaraju: Poem ‘The change’


I ran with a sword in my hand
to chop off the head of a haughty man
But moved by his affectionate smile
I offered him flowers,
fell prostrate before his feet
and returned


I ran with a sword in my hand
to chop off the head of a haughty man
But moved by his affectionate smile
I offered him flowers,
fell prostrate before his feet
and returned