Kyrgiakos Punnilathil

Kyrgiakos Punnilathil Poems

Jumping over puddle and pool,
merrier than the merriest fool,
hopping, skipping, singing songs,
too young to know the right from wrongs.
...

The rain fell in drops thick and fast,
I was drenched, and shivered in the cold,
But the embers of a fire in my heart kept me warm,
And drove me. I was 20 years old.
...

I still remember that white dress,
That smile that brightened up my day!
That sparkle in those deep black eyes!
That sweet fragrance of May!
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When you're heart is pure, and your mind is free
The world's the most amazing place to be,
Filled with wonder, so much beauty!
Pure awesomeness, inspiring creativity!
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Days go by
and life never ends.
Our paths diverge,
Through many bends.
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6.

Oh! What evil magic,
that enchanting scent.
It pierced my nostrils
wherever I went.
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A leap of faith, what is that?
I think it is exactly what it means.
You walk across the gangplank,
Carefully not removing your blindfold.
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In days of old when Earth was young
and a lot was unexplored,
there lived a creature great and bold
and alone he often roved.
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I wish I wish, this was another day.
Another place, another way.
Where all people are merry and gay,
and we could both, forever stay.
...

10.

Upon the battle field he lay,
Trembling as his wounds took him.
He watched around in utter dismay,
As the troops around him ran and left him.
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I once sat on a seat in a bus.
By the window, it was very comfortable.
I always looked for it as I entered,
and made sure I reached there always first.
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I lay awake and stared up at the ceiling,
contemplating life's full meaning,
Then I heard my mum screaming,
and jumped quick out of bed before she was screaming!
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When the morning dew is fresh on leaves
I'll wake up and smell the air,
Climb the trees and pluck the fruits,
and eat them while still sitting there.
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There is something in the scent
of wet earth in June
when the rain first falls,
something awakens.
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Kyrgiakos Punnilathil Biography

The average Joe's younger brother)

The Best Poem Of Kyrgiakos Punnilathil

The Stormcrow's Shack

Jumping over puddle and pool,
merrier than the merriest fool,
hopping, skipping, singing songs,
too young to know the right from wrongs.

Skipping along, past bush and tree,
not a care, in the world, had he,
when he came nigh the Stormcrow's shack,
behind him, the clouds grew black.

Thunder called him from the sky,
jolting him from dreams of pie,
the scent of wet earth filled the air,
then the first drop wet his hair.

Without time to think or plan,
towards the empty shack he ran,
a shiver went deep down his bone,
when he realized, he was alone.

He'd often heard of Stormcrow's shack,
those that went there never came back,
for there the lidless crow's eyes shone,
and those that saw them turned to stone.

In the heavens great thunder rumbled,
and over the threshold he almost stumbled.
Alone, cold and miserable he felt,
as he watched around him the raindrops pelt.

The shack was empty, so it seemed,
but he was wary of eyes that gleamed,
but all seemed still and he grew less scared,
to explore the shack his heart now dared.

Carefully, he went from room to room,
eyes kept down, to avoid the gaze of doom,
until at last the last room was searched,
and nowhere had he found old Stormcrow perched.

He wondered now if tales were true,
or just invented, to scare you.
Suddenly his face felt warm
and he watched outside, the sky transform.

The sun gleamed on a wet earth,
the birds flew in the warmth and sang with mirth.
He ran outside the Stormcrow's shack,
and didn't care to ever look back.

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