KAVIN CHARALAN Poems

The Sun bid farewell on western crimson sky
The birds returned to the nests with last song of the day
She too stood up and was about to leave
I held her hands and made a request
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In night sleep
Dreams will flow
In your mind screen!
At the break of the day
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Rose is sweet smelling flower
Rose has thorns but it is sadly the nature
Rose enjoys gentle touch of cool air
Rose is not made for cruelly crushed Attar
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Who painted the sky with a vast blue?
May be god or some immortal hand!
But who added the charming red and orange tinges to it
in the western sky?
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In the long long cool shade spring garden
flowers are writing chapters of beauty!
Flowerless banyantree with long natural ropes
beholds the flower beauty with pleasure !
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With the touch of her gentle fingers
The flute plays musical wonders
From the quivering of her beautiful lips nice
wind blows like spring river breeze
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I wanted to write an ode to many a flower
I was making a selection among thousand flowers
Suddenly heard voices of protest from croton
mango banian and all other leaves!
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Dream said good night as theday was breaking
My eyelids were heavy with the hangover of night's dream
My eyes refused to open and I invited the dream back
Dawn's gentle rays touched and kissed my eyelids softly
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