Nila flows
through your* village -
like every heart
tormented!
Everyone needs her
and she gives them
herself without
any complaint!
But, dear Nila,
when I touched you,
I could listen to your
silent cries!
Stricken with deep grief,
I understand:
many to taint you
and none to cry for you!
MT Vasudevan Nair, Noted writer from Malayalam
15.02.97
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