Sakkthi Subramaniyam

Rookie (April 18,1985 / Salem)

How Green Really Is My Valley - Poem by Sakkthi Subramaniyam

She is standing behind the broken bamboo gate,
Incongruously framed, a row tall green flowers,
Perceived with bleak eyes through twisted wire fence.
How green really is my valley.

Breezy lime green of short grass,
Swaying bamboo playing fiddle for me-
Olive green ornament baffle us all,
Sliver streaks of light illuminate-

I lost my imagination in embellishment of past glory.
Slaughter woods speaks to us a lot,
The pain of pure air amidst defilement-
My children may see as green monument.


Comments about How Green Really Is My Valley by Sakkthi Subramaniyam

  • Rookie - 14 Points Ravi Sathasivam (11/7/2009 7:16:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem.
    Well written.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2009



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