Putholi Arumugham T


A Short Story Of Sad Nakedness - Poem by Putholi Arumugham T

My face looked naked
as I shaved off my beard.
Her forehead turned naked
when her soldier husband died.


Her eyes came back naked
when my carings stripped their sorrows.
Our passion emerged naked
when we felt each others body.


And once those trees befell
our home seemed naked.
I stood naked, when you
discovered my adultery.


Alas I have always thought
nakedness is joy to look at.


Comments about A Short Story Of Sad Nakedness by Putholi Arumugham T

  • Freshman - 719 Points Lalitha iyer (3/19/2010 7:16:00 AM)

    The world became naked
    when the last breathe stopped
    the sight became blank
    and the eyes became blind

    YOuth became naked
    when Old age crept in
    as truths poured in
    life became naked
    and romances stripped off clothes

    I became naked
    when you looked into me
    and you became naked
    when i touched your heart

    soaked with the sufferings
    the born child is naked
    souled with the pourings
    Visions started stream naked

    Naked thou art
    when thy thought parts
    and naked air fills
    with mysteries of heavenly spells......................

    Indeed the more naked we are, the less hypocritic mankind be and naked self is more poignant and penentrating sword than others criticising words........... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Sally Childress (3/7/2010 7:50:00 AM)

    A sad and thought provoking piece of writing. (should the last line read to 'look' at instead of to 'watch' at?) (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,753 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (3/7/2010 1:19:00 AM)

    Adultery seems part of the human condition. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Maitreyee Joshi (3/6/2010 8:34:00 PM)

    well a thought provoking presentation of the different aspects of nakedness.hmmmmmmmmmm (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 7, 2010


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