A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker Poems
|41.||Living In Pain Is No Better Than Living||7/30/2008|
|42.||A Slide Show||8/21/2008|
|43.||Sms Head -- Ache To 57757||6/30/2008|
|44.||A Night Of This Season||1/2/2003|
|45.||A Tribute To Amitah Nair||5/11/2008|
|46.||Being And Not Being||12/15/2008|
|47.||A Bird Is Hardly Heard||9/25/2008|
|48.||Get It Or Forget It||11/20/2008|
|49.||A Mission To This Earth||10/12/2008|
|50.||An Indo-Us Nuclear Kid||8/29/2008|
|51.||Is…….Something To Someone||9/15/2008|
|53.||It’s All Over, Not Again||7/8/2008|
|56.||A Sonnet To My Mother||5/11/2008|
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A Sonnet To My Mother
My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.
Now she is sonless and daughterless
Yes, true mothers never have sons
Daughters neither, but children,
Only, children and their concerns.
Mothers and rivers are same
They never keep away from flowing
From the first dropp to the flooded union
Constantly they keep things under covering
Gods respect all bearing moms
For, Gods and Moms do the same.
A Night Of This Season
These nights are brighter like butterflies
Never are they cool, nor quite either.
They go tapping and beating
in hearts and thoughts alike.
Dreams are longer, sleep shorter,
little hours are still less than ever.
I leave little unseen, for
this is His Kind December.
what I find this night is a collage