Jayakrishnan Nair Poems

She sat on a handcart
beside a heap of peanuts,
cracking some with her tender teeth
and relishing them to her delight
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The evening steps in through my backdoor
Like a visitor carrying dubious intents;
I stand here, in this backyard gazing at the last sun
Snatch away the red urn off the precarious day,
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Truth stood before him, and he knew.
Yet he asked: "What is Truth? "
And washed his hands off Truth,
Escaped Truth.
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