What I price



the  most  precious  are………..







The morning dewdrops on grass



( precious than pearls)



The smile on a pavement beggar's face, (5)



while dropping a coin into his bowl.

The sweat of a ploughman,



 in twilight returning home,



 after a day's toil.



The smell of fresh pages of (10)



 morning  newspaper.



The uncleared snow clogging December morning streets.



The prayers of ascetic in harmony with his athmaa.



The still midnight frozen silence.



 Rainy  evenings. (15)



Christmas puddings.



Hidden peacock feathers in school textbooks.



Diaries of my youth. (18) 



                               -------Ramesh  Iyengar