O my love,
Where do you stand you!
With my heart full of,
Full of love for you
So soulfully
Remember you, remember you!
O my love, where, where lie you,
O my heart,
The heart of hearts,
The soul of souls!
You are going, now you are going,
Go, go you,
O my love,
O my heart!
I hearing the guitar music,
The guitar music with the song,
The sadly played tune,
The sadly sung song.
Go, go you, my love
Wherever you have to go,
Go, go you, my love
Making me wipe the tears with the hands!
Bad,Very badCannot be made good.NaughtyNaughty,Cannot correct himself.
A Tamilian poetWith Dravidic identityWriting in English.
In taking the Nobel PrizeAs for thinking,Do songs come underThe purview of poetry?Are songs poems,Should he accept the NobelKeeping it in view,Does he deserve it really?
When coming outOf the houseTry to seeYour familyFor the firstOr the last timeAs who knows,This may beThe last journeyOf yoursTaking you toNot your destination,But to swargapuri,The heavenly abode!
Under a godless universe,Standing still,Silent and speechlessAway from the town,Away from human habitationWhere there was none,None in the nearby,Just on the river-bedBy its sideThe pyre was lit,The logs arrangedAnd the dead body put intoAnd the fire was given to,Lit intoAnd the logs started burningThe body burnt to ashes, fire and coal,The logs lay theyWith the…
The robust lions,Hurly-burly,The king of the junglesOf Africa,The African lions,The pride of Africa,The pride of Kenya,Kenyan lions,The lions of AfricaRoaring into the forestsOf the wildAway from human habitats.
