Rajendran Muthiah Poems

The cats march on to the backyard
Of my house and leave their kitten,
taking it for a safe haven.
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When the earth wasn’t probed
in all its nooks and corners,
the prophets found You all.
Men with Satanic spell invented
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I can't see anything
without spectacles.
Luring eyes get vexed
not being responded by my eyes.
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The Tibetan monks kill themselves
and their moans and groans,
fall not in the deaf-ears of the UNO.
When the Buddhists annihilated
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Bull-taming, the Tamils do with verve
as the Horse-race tingles Kazaks' nerve.
The brave don't care to die.
To cling from the humps, they vie.
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Bursting the banks of the rain-fed tanks,
the swirling flood was swelling
the river Kundu in Cuddappah,
on twenty fourth August two thousand.
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Singing a maudlin,
the boozer was dancing
before the temple
and twirling his moustaches often.
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Ruminative Hamlet
Attempts to laugh off his tragedies.
Jocosely writing poems.
Equanimity he maintains.
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You trek through the snow-clad vales with guns,
knowing well you march ahead into traps of death,
forgetting yourselves, your kith and kin,
to face the fierce foes religion-eaten
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