The ripe tamarind fruit
Touches not the shell
Yet protected by the same shell
Hangs aloof having seed inside.
Make me detached from
Relatives and daily routines
Stand aloof brooding
Over inner Self! -Nov '08
when ordinary people like me think of ' Sambar ' with tamarind you have taken a different angle.....wonderful...but realisation not necessarily comes from protected introspection...trials and turbulations hasten the process for the right person
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem nicely done Krista