Pradeep Dhavakumar Poems

I knew that old wine in a new bottle is better
than an old wine in an old bottle but not as good
as a new wine in an old bottle. But to clear my doubt
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The two discordant
forms of poetry
meet, while I shower:
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Men fought with fiery words
To claim their living land
On pretext of who came first
And whose god made the sand
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The pious, I obsecrate
To perceive and apprehend
With an unprejudiced mind
Every Other's Scripture.
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Inside their mouth many sages have sat,
And in the deep darkness, spent years;
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In the closet there hangs Faces of mine.
Lined up Prisoners, sentenced for lifetime.
I walk around warming neurons to identify.
Where these faces lay in the axis of time.
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Long-sighted Sun, since macrocosm's first dawn,
stands still yet searches, with deep, powerful eyes,
in every galaxy of far, with inextinguishable hope.
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Like the Earth which covers its
deep burning core of fire
with the beauty of greens and blues
for its inhabitants to relish;
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I always know the sun still smiles;
Though earth has turn'd her face away,
And sky has freed her darkest tress.
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Wrote a poet about his most beloved:
Not the earth which did bear him so long.
Or the wind that cheered him when down.
Or the water that quenched his thirst.
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