India got freedom by people's
who shed their blood
If they spent only sweat and tears
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Eyes made a soft walk
On the tree branches
To see a squirrel
© Manakavingyan
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The doll-shaped talisman was beautiful but became grotesque beyond consideration.
© Manakavingyan
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Light rain to heavy rain
Roof gutters are catalysts.
Glued leaves are dam gates
It is the rain of diversity
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My stress enters the keyboard for the next line applied backspace and made it blank
© Manakavingyan
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Daylight and teardrops invaded the wounded ceiling and left unwillingly to part.
© Manakavingyan
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I saw an old man with a stick.
A desire to have a seat
My yardstick tried to measure humanity
© Manakavingyan
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Fluidic thoughts moved to the non-serious part of my mind
and watched me in the shadows
© Manakavingyan
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Why the human split the doors and windows from the Trees?
We waited to see the split up relationship when peeped over it
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Oh! birds your hardwork results in feeding termites
Oh! humans your smartwork of destroying trees to live like a snake
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Stone can be god
Stone can be a mile stone
Stone can be a weapon
Stone can be a shelter
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Budding flowers didn't know about the upcoming combat between bug and honeybee
© Manakavingyan
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Again and Again
Drizzling Drops on an Evening
Shining Crops on travelling
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Using the platform for Translating some of my Tamil poems to English, I write with a pen name mana kavingyan means 'poet from heart ' in tamil, A diploma mechanical engineer by profession working as Sr.Process Engineer on a Thermoplastic Industry at Bangalore. I melt plastics on Industry with melted heart Contact: [email protected])
We
Flown birds from trees
Fallen leaves from trees
You birds hid on greenish trees
Braved leaves on greenish trees
Birds never had Permanent destiny
Leaves never had wings of destiny
Wind's direction
Leave's green
Bird's melody
Earth's gravity
Life may be bird
Life may be leaf
People flew might have fallen prey
People fallen might have turned manure
We are not vultures historically
We are not terrorists mysteriously
Daily
We will be singing birds
We will be shadowing leaves
-Manakavingyan
It's tough to hold up your mind on the moving clock. © Manakavingyan
Tapered thoughts Elevated feeling Captivated destiny © Manakavingyan
Seeing a dark but it is dark light
See the sky and talk to the shadow angels
When I close my eyelids, it's a new day again © Manakavingyan
Silence is the state of unlistened
Do eyeballs have attractive power?
Honey is sweet, but not a honey bee. © Manakavingyan