Dr. Ram Mehta
After retirement in 1994,  his time splits between India and North America. He visited France on a cultural mission in 1989 and presented a scene of Moliere's La tartuffe in Paris. 
He also visited UK, Scotland and Ireland. He is a life member of the World Academy of Arts & Culture  and attended its convention at IASI, Romania in October, 2002 
and 25th World of Congress at Los Angeles in August, 2005. He also attended 4th Encuentro Internacional Literario at Montevideo, Uruguay in April, 2003. 
He has been awarded the honorary degree  of  Litt.D -by The World Academy of Arts and culture at Los Angeles (USA), in 2005 (Unesco sponsored)
His poems are published in Algeria, Australia, Argentina, Canada, India, Ireland, Italy, New Zealand, Romania, USA, UK, Uruguay and Zambia.
An interview with writers-voice, Calgary, Canada
http://writers-voice.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=1540 



 

Life One Hour Photo
 
Life is to a man, as camera is to an artist,
 Mere words can’t compose a good poem
A good novel a typewriter cannot write
A big house cannot make a good home.
 
As life, photography is about deep feelings,
A simple statement, the clearer better it is,
Close one is to object, better is the filling,
Too little is included at a time, better it is.
 
Life is a moment’s pleasure, lifetime pain,
Life is illustrative, photo is collaborative
Photo is lifetime pleasure, a moment’s pain.
Life and photo tend to be transitive.
 
Photo is looked at, rarely looked into like life,
Liars can photograph, while photos cannot lie.



I live quietly
 
I live quietly, do nothing all the day,
Spring comes and the grass grows itself
Pity I’m not fornicating on such a day!
 
I wait until I could do it in a fine way
Autumn comes and the leaves fall itself,
I live quietly, do nothing all the day.
 
I want to do it so in a heartfelt way
Winter comes and lusts me in and of itself
Pity I’m not fornicating on such a day!
 
No one would find fault with all the way
The summer comes and relieves me itself
I live quietly, do nothing all the day.
 
Knowing no one does it perfectly in a way,
I wishfully do try to cheat my own self
Pity I’m not fornicating on such a day!
 
Wanton away, wearing away without delay,
lowering and asserting myself to vouchsafe
I live quietly, do nothing all the day,
Pity I’m not fornicating on such days.


Lap Pillow
 
 
Lap pillow, made out of foam,
shaped like the bottom half
Complete with tight mini-skirt
Of a kneeling woman
Single men find it soothing
Fulfilling a primal need.
 
Should the stomach be
Thin or fat?
 
The boyfriend’s arm pillow,
Shaped like a man’s torso
With one sturdy arm
Single women find it soothing
 
It may move on to the next generation
of creepy human body parts
Can the buttocks or breasts
Pillows be far behind?