Namaste,
Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwara,
Folding
The hands
And saying,
Namaste
With the closed eyes.
Closing
The eyes
And with
Namaste
To Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwara
Whoever be it,
I showing
My respect to
With.
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Into English,A professor of EnglishBut a poet in MalayalamFlightful but rooted into the earthWith the anti-thesisGeorge Bernard ShawianContradicting statements.
E.M.Forster
Viewing IndiaThrough the Hindu-Moslem-Christian synthesizing lensOf harmony, peace and love.
Green poetry,
Only green poetry?If the earth is,Poetry will beAnd if not, poetry will not be.
What do the people know about it?
How the concept of it?Is to be modern to be frank, bold and up-to-date?Is to be modern to look handsome or beautiful?
You taught us to take into confidence
How civilization totters and falls to crumbling,How does it batter mankind, the poor destiny of mankind?The soldiers too are human beings, they too are the sons and daughtersOf expecting fellows thinking of their return journey home,they too have tears into the eyes of theirs,They are not the dumb cattle to be bought and sold.
The petition
Saying,Why,Why is the Gandhi statueIn the Ghana Univ. campus?But they know it notThat Gandhi too was a black,Not a white manThe second thing is this,Education has nothing to doWith the Blacks and the Whites division.The third, if you want to replaceThe statue of Gandhi,Replace with some African national heroAnd the last, had I been a…
passion work. With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean
of
God?
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