Angelina Pandian Poems

The Star, the Magi’s
The Swaddling clothes and the Shepherds
The birth of Christ to Mary and Joseph
Was, but, the beginning of God’s Mission!
...

A METRO …
Today it is a crowded city
It is a metro I paint
Busy, busy the city itself
...

Unfurrowed fields unfold
Forever beneath our feet
Green stubbly grass below
Stretches as far as eye can reach
...

“Life is nothing! Life is nothing! ”
Ceasing never, cries the voice deep within.
Dust we are, to dust returneth
Clay in clay recomposes.
...

The Cobbler who mends our shoes
Does he wear Chappals any day?
Full of wounds and runts are his hands
Is there anyone to rub oil for him each day?
...

You ask me to tell you
'Which of yours I should read'
I am a greedy selfish one
Don't you know it will wrench
...

Love –
It grows but never ages
Though it blooms
It never withers,
...

The thirsting Soul inside each man
Is unique in its mould craving
For its own imagined goals
Unfettered by barriers it is allowed
...

Did you miss me, dear friend
Tell me, did you miss me, true?
Did you miss me like a Jasmine
Misses the moon and so closes
...

You had me eating out of your hand Jon
Reading your poem it was so powerful
Words full of passion and real pain
I know SLN told me too when we met
...