K.S.Subramanian Subramanian Poems
|42.||The Changing Face Of Bangalore (A Bustling City In India)||9/8/2012|
|43.||Cursor On The Screen||5/8/2009|
|44.||'I Have No Faith'||5/6/2009|
|45.||A Middle Class Home||5/12/2009|
|46.||A Small World||2/4/2014|
|47.||The Changing Face Of Bangalore||5/10/2010|
|50.||Inside The Park.....||10/9/2017|
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Dreams! the primordial instinct in Man
that stirred a flame out of stones;
it could trap wind's music in a flute,
blast a path through the mountains;
cull energy from the sea, discern
the burr of atoms in sphere's lute.
Down the river's interminable journey
dreams unmasked the cosmos bare,
threw a cordon on elemental fury,
cut knowledge down to a pint computer;
ominous signs foreseen by a mile.
Is there the other face of dreams?
Dynamite cradling a snarling projectile?
ferns strangling the archetypal stream?
Scroll Of The Mirage
On its feverish pace to fortune
the city sheds its last dregs of soul;
Every avenue a gateway to Mammon
a piece of land a stage for mafia's role.
Back in yore parks were a rendezvous
for flawless wind, whirlpools of love;
Now the leatherhunt is for cyberparks
the day's light dying in dawnless cove.