Kyrgiakos Punnilathil Poems
|2.||Sweet Fragrance Of May!||4/27/2013|
|4.||Those Were The Happy Days!||6/14/2013|
|6.||A Leap Of Faith||2/4/2014|
|8.||A Summer Dream||4/12/2014|
|10.||The Bus Seat||4/12/2014|
|11.||The Morning Alarm||4/12/2014|
|12.||A Daydream Of A Day||4/12/2014|
|13.||Vapors Of A Memory||5/20/2014|
|14.||The Stormcrow's Shack||3/18/2013|
The Stormcrow's Shack
Jumping over puddle and pool,
merrier than the merriest fool,
hopping, skipping, singing songs,
too young to know the right from wrongs.
Skipping along, past bush and tree,
not a care, in the world, had he,
when he came nigh the Stormcrow's shack,
behind him, the clouds grew black.
Thunder called him from the sky,
jolting him from dreams of pie,
the scent of wet earth filled the air,
then the first drop wet his hair.
Without time to think or plan,
towards the empty shack he ran,
a shiver went deep down his bone,
when he ...