Padmanabhan Ananth


Padmanabhan Ananth Poems

1. His Waiting Lounge 1/1/2014
2. Smoking Finger 1/1/2014
3. Mademoiselle 1/2/2014
4. Hyde Park Bistro 1/2/2014
5. Bridge Of Life (And Lifeless) 1/2/2014
6. Verses From Vembanad 1/2/2014
7. Poem In Stone 1/2/2014
8. Eat Street Musings 1/4/2014
9. Colonial Relics 1/4/2014
10. Airport Artist 1/4/2014
11. Coco Coolers 1/4/2014
12. English, Simply Silly! 1/4/2014
13. Dockside Leather 1/4/2014
14. The Gated Community 1/4/2014
15. That Boy From Mumbai 1/5/2014
16. Weekend Cuppa 1/2/2014
17. The Lone Broom 1/2/2014
18. The Ambys 1/2/2014
19. Radio Passions 1/2/2014
20. The Valley's Wings 1/2/2014
21. Canarese Verses 1/2/2014
22. Celestial Diwali 1/7/2014
23. Conversation Conundrum 1/11/2014
24. The Fabians 1/14/2014
25. The Delicate Dancer 1/14/2014
26. The Master Of Melody 1/14/2014
27. Mirror 3/9/2014
28. Humour 3/9/2014
29. Sweat 3/9/2014
30. Prayer 3/9/2014
31. Shoplifter 3/10/2014
32. Pianist 3/10/2014
33. Obstetrician 3/10/2014
34. Clouds (#2) 3/9/2014
35. Money 3/9/2014
36. Smile 3/9/2014
37. Lust 3/9/2014
38. Clouds (#1) 3/9/2014
39. Honey 3/9/2014
40. Vision 3/10/2014
Best Poem of Padmanabhan Ananth

Oh, Nirbhaya!

Oh Nirbhaya, have we lost you in vain?
Was it you to blame to just be a woman?
That you didn't remain home past setting sun?

All you did was board a Delhi city bus
And then you'd to face six-n-half devils
That were evilly strolling for prey on streets

Why pick on you those evil marauders
To pierce you with their rotted organs
And use on you, gosh, even rusted tools!

They threw you on streets to simply shiver
You begged to passers-by for warmth-n-water
When help finally came, your life was on totter.

Reminds me of a drive on a state ...

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Smoking Finger

He's a busy lawyer, clients queue up
His Merc, chauffeur ever ready to rev up
He hates the no-smoke law
His fetish for tobacco, is it a flaw?

His cigarette is his 'smoking finger'
The one that's between his two
It's life short lived but made for pleasure
Brings back his senses, even in pressure

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