Arunlal Mokeri

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Arunlal Mokeri was born in Mokeri, Calicut, Kerala in 1982. He finished his PhD in English Literature from English and Foreign Languages University, Hyderabad in 2012. He has translated screenplays of Malayalam films to English for International Shakespearean Studies Desk, headed by Prof. Mark Thornton. Arunlal Mokeri has translated to Malayalam the philosophical writings of Bertrand Russell under... more »

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  • chandran thalikkuzhi (11/30/2017 2:59:00 AM)

    superb craft! love the way oems blend old world calm and new senibilities

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 8:23:00 PM)

    Dear, your verses give me the depth of insight about life, I like your verses very much, all the best for you ever, flowery language opens its petals with imagination-I feel.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 8:22:00 PM)

    Dear Arunlal Mokeri, your verses give me the depth of insight about life, I like your verses very much, all the best for you ever, flowery language opens its petals with imagination-I feel.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 8:18:00 PM)

    Dear Arunlal Mokeri, your verses give me the depth of insight about life, I like your verses very much, all the best for you ever.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (12/29/2014 6:45:00 AM)

    Your verses touch my heart deeply, again and again.

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Best Poem of Arunlal Mokeri

The Cat

The cat is simply everywhere on a given day.
On the culvert sleeping, his ears keeping watch;
In the shade purring angrily at himself clutching the earth;
Out in the sun as a proud machine-perfect movement of limbs;
At the wayside trashcan licking wet the dry fish bones:
Always involved most in himself.

Or he scratches the truck at rest
Thumps dying moths with soft white paws
One moment here and the next, up, on the tree,
Busy at some self-occupied spree,
Till the Sun goes down.

Then in dark, he spits out daylight
Through two sulfur balls in ...

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