Indira Renganathan Poems

Even while counting days
Never had I counted my breaths
Like at this moment
For
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Thou art dark tressed space along
Smeared of peaked ashes
Whence strolling souls chained along
Burnt fierce Thine almight Thine darkness
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Many baits for a perfect snatch
Again and again in partner search
Trial and rehearsal tremble and screech
Repeated quests for a suitable match
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Slipped into sleep.Mind got into whirls
What a fantastic place mine was
River Varaha from the western hills
Into my village bifurcating north and south
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A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
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Their hobby is politics
Like
The kind of a mother-in-law
Emblemed by a pedestal-sickle
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Appealing like the charming teen-ager
Lovingly in love loved by the same 'ager
Sometimes metering doddered lika a toddler
Prosodial lingua travailing like a prattler..
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Bathed in final sweat of his blood
A sickle above ready to wreath
To the breath-taking holy din
He bleats with gory eyes
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You are a kaleidoscopic drama
A gusty platform for celestial revelation
Dotted soars are your closest audience
Scudding clouds are the opening curtains
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Behold! knees curled up to his chin
Head down, his empty bowl shaken
Fatigued and languished with weary mind
On penniless status for his bread...
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