Bashyam Narayanan Poems

Shared dreams and dark lane

There is a dark lane
En-route from a temple I visit in the evening
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Frightening fifty seven

I was a bright student in the class
Those days while studying third grade
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The biggest theft

I was ten or eleven
When this happened
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Mid-day misadventure

I was a student of third grade
Was good at studies
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I am the second daughter in my family
We belong to a remote village
In Sothern India
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My grandson
Has been watching us
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Waste must be a waste
We declare something waste
If we find no use of it anymore
A number of such wastes
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I am a flower
With a set of eight long petals
Shaped a bit long oval
Coloured sky-blue at the bottom
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Love is not
Always exchanging pleasantries
It requires greater love
To stand by and support
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That little boy looks for his kitty cash holder
All around his house and at last finds it
Shakes the same to ensure the availability of his savings
Moves off the house, travels in a tiny little boat
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