The Uniqueness of Ruskin Bond’s Stories and His Love Poems

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Ruskin Bond is born on 19th May 1934 in Kasauli, Himachal Pradesh, British India. His parents were British but he was born and brought up in India. He grew up in Jamnagar, Dehradun, and Shimla. After Independence, he chose to stay in India. As his childhood is spent in the mountains of Himachal and Uttarakhand, his stories have very beautiful descriptions of these areas. The stories written by Ruskin Bond are parts of many school texts in India. He is loved and appreciated by both his readers and their parents. He has written poems also. Here we would try to figure out what is unique in his storytelling and how he takes his readers to a different world through his stories and poems.

Bond’s stories connect its readers to nature. He writes about trees, animals, and mountains. He tries to describe everything from the perspective of a child. He has written on friendship and a child’s relationship with the elders. Apart from the stories he has written several stories, songs, and poems on the above-mentioned themes.

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Ruskin Bond have received various awards and honor. He received the John Llewellyn Rhys Memorial Prize in 1957 for his first novel, Room on the Roof, written when he was only seventeen. He was awarded the Sahitya Academy award for English writing in 1992 and the Padma Shree in 1999.

Bond has also written love poems. These are short and lucid. These love poems also have descriptions of nature. These are my favorites:


Remember the long ago when we lay together
In a pain of tenderness and counted
Our dreams: long summer afternoons
When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn’t time that’s passing by,
It is you and I.


All night our love
Stole sleep from dusty eyes.
What dreams were lost, I’ll never know.
It seemed the world’s last night had come
And there would never be a dawn.
Your touch soon swept the panting dark away
Some suns are brighter by night than day!


Lovers lie drowsy in the grass,
Sunk in bracken, swimming in pools
Of late afternoon sunshine;
All agitation past, they stay totally
Absorbed in grass.

Green grass, and growing from that place
A sweep of languid arm still bare
But for a lost ladybird.
Anonymous lover brushes a dragon
Fly from his face.

Brief thunder blossoms in the air,
A leaf between the thighs is caught
And crushed. Love comes like a thief,
Crouching among the bruised and broken clover.
All flesh in grass.

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