Prabhakar Subramaniam Poems

Myths flow perennially
In this once-roaring river
Said to have sprung
From the locks of a god
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When a river
Born in myth
Disappears with time
It turns again into a myth
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The one who slept
Was not the one
Who woke up
With a dream
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What pleasure is there
In watching fish
Put to work like this
In this diner;
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Riding shotgun in the share auto
At an odd afternoon hour
I soon become the driver's confidant
After the few passengers
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Nothing has changed
The night train
Runs on the same track
Of bad memories
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The trees cannot flee
Like the birds
When the monster
With the misnomer rose
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It's only when you have to leave
That you most want to stay
Stay back to grieve
Over that which never can stay - -
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With this song
I keep playing
I often think
I can stop time
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It's so hot the trees
Are still sweating leaves
Showing up the sun
For what it is
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