Who is missing since long
And my profile there just to trace her, trace her,
To find out the whereabouts of the missing girl,
I open the Facebook just to see her.
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It is a beauty to see
Mother hanuman monkeyJumping downFrom the branchesOf the treeWith the kidSticking to,Taking to,Clutching alongAnd the kid ogling,Ogling without a wink,The hanuman,Hanuman kid.
Poetry for Parthasarathy
Dealing with hisOverseas sojourn and education,Trial with adjustment,ExileAnd homecoming,A poet ethnic and racial,Tamil and Dravidic,Searching his self and entityTo be back home.
Time’s Haunted House is the house of mine
Temporarily, for the time beingIn Time’s Haunted House mansionWhich will but delapidate it somedayMy patriarchal houseAfter my departure.
The CPI(M) actually keep playing with politics,
Under the surveillanceOf the Local committee, Zonal CommitteeAnd the District committee secretariesand membersAfter making party officesOn vested landsAnd subscriptions and donations.To hand the power over to the proletariatAnd the leadership to the bourgeoisAnd to mould and distort pubic opinionThe job of the communists,The comrades in bonhomieAnd the cadres regiment and levied,Oh, the belligerent and blatant…
I remember, I remember
When you had,HadBeen close,Close to me,I remember, rememberWhen you had,Had beenCloser,Closer to me,I remember, I rememberWhen you,You used to walk,Walk together with,With me,Walking pastUnder the starry skies,Sometimes under,Under the full moonLooking milkyAnd we,We sharing the talks,Talks of the heartSo affectionate and emotional.
A singer of heart,
love and heart,Heart and love.A singer of heart am I,Singing the songs of loveAnd its sadness.The joys and sorrows of it,The pains felt in lovewhich but the heartthrobs and heartbeatsCan only know them well.A singer of heart am I,Keep I singingThe songs of love and sadness.