cherassery damodaran binish
Biography of cherassery damodaran binish
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cherassery damodaran binish Poems
Don'T Cry, Little Child..
Why you crying, O' my little child Rose bloomed is yours, sure not wild Sparrows chirping lovely, is for you Stars twinkling for you, is not new.
Stars, shining in the sky.... Candles lit in the houses Of the angels up above high Giving hope to our senses.
Life After Death
What is life after death? Is a miracle for every one Some believes to go to hearth If devilish act has done.
Clear glass like water In it the swimming fish Like the ideas........ Sometimes, it shows its beauty
Farewell To December
Of the last among the twelve Is the December, a mermaid When our memories starts to delve Of her beauty before a fade.
Save The World
Centuries passed, but it survived As a canopy for all those who lived Surprised by the wind and the rain And helped the living to remain.
Time is flowing Like a wagon moving Flowers are falling With a race, perishing
Somebody told it was the color Of her dress attracted him first Then her looks, as the gist Of the innocence and the valor
In A Poultry Farm
It was a laziness when i broke The shell of my egg, the first wonder Tiny shells all around me, and a flock With their babbling, where to wander?
The Last Bath
I lie naked amidst a crowd Small, but weeping with hands wet Crows flew, and faltered aloud Echoed at my statue with no sweat.
A dew drop, on a petal Fallen, rolled and vanished A dream, as a recital Of a flower, bloomed and cherished.
I wandered a lot to find A land called paradise, a mirage But an echo arouse from behind My feelings which resembled a marsh.
Time is flowing
Like a wagon moving
Flowers are falling
With a race, perishing
Faces are fading
Of the stars mourning
Trees are falling
When the birds singing
Man alone standing
With a greed never ending
Time is flowing......
When..., only the man existing.