Aathira Parakkkal Poems

I knew not of love
When I was five or six,
The tenderness of childhood
Sharing its warmth.
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A winter's night
In the desert of life,
Cold. Numbness. Death.
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Again, the Dark Knight rises
Fighting Life's all vices,
The mighty one in shining armour
Heading on to Love's harbour!
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There hangs a photograph,
On the pale walls of my room,
He smiles in it fresh and vibrant,
The most beautiful smile
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(Based on Linda Cheng’s painting ‘The Tropical Angel’)

The lot of coloured veils
All draped around her,
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I feel a chill
The numb coldness everywhere,
That coldness of death
Creeping into my bones.
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O Gitanjali, the great Master’s creation!
O Gitanjali, the holy prayer,
Of the Master, of every poet!
Thy verse is holy, For
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