Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 26,736 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

Madathil Rajendran Nair Poems

81. A Nation Called India 3/5/2015
82. Philosophy Of A House Cat 2/2/2015
83. Haiku Calendar 2/4/2015
84. ചേ 3/16/2015
85. Uncle Passed Away 4/8/2014
86. End Of The World 3/10/2015
87. Please Let Him Hurl 3/28/2015
88. Tucson The Ma Nonpareil 8/25/2015
89. Netaji 4/13/2015
90. Dust Winds 4/14/2015
91. Viewing The Album 4/20/2015
92. Mother's Day 5/7/2015
93. Blinking Monkey 8/1/2016
94. I Walked A Tamil Street 10/29/2015
95. ഇഞ്ചിത്തയിര്‍ 4/23/2017
96. Touch Wood 12/2/2016
97. I Love Me Most 7/5/2017
98. I Sat In A Shoddy Bar 6/15/2017
99. താമരനാട് 3/3/2015
100. 61 Clinic Road 1/19/2015
101. Lamp-Boy 4/5/2015
102. The Cello That Played Tragic Notes 9/18/2015
103. I Walked In The Drizzle 10/1/2015
104. അവുല്‍ പക്കീര്‍ ജൈനുലബ്ദീന്‍ അബ്ദുള്‍ കലാം 7/29/2015
105. Indian Housewife 6/8/2015
106. Haiku Comments 6/17/2015
107. Formation 3/12/2017
108. Jallikattu (Bull-Fight Of Tamil Nadu, India) 1/21/2017
109. Death On The Hillside 5/1/2017
110. To The Mountain Breeze 11/6/2015
111. Eid In Dubai 7/7/2016
112. Spider Bhai! Good Morning! 8/11/2016
113. Deception Falls 9/5/2016
114. Guide Me Light 1/17/2015
115. Nang Nak 3/22/2015
116. Lotus Land 3/3/2015
117. Indian Motherhood 2/15/2015
118. കവിത 2/19/2015
119. Incredible India 7/8/2015
120. The Lord Of Maricopa 7/4/2015
Best Poem of Madathil Rajendran Nair

My First Love Letter

It was when I was just in class three
Hovering around the tenth year of age
Something bothered me in the hours wee
A sweetness, an aroma, sweat
Or was it the morning dew on grass
That kept me awake
Rolling on my smelly bed
With a sweetness that blazed my glands

I don’t know, I can’t tell
But there was she
My classmate
With jasmine teeth
A dance perched on her feet
Bothering my budding masculinity

I knew I wanted her
I couldn’t make out what for
In a frenzy that engulfed me
Like a forest fire then I wrote
On the inside of a discarded...

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Kaveri

Bone-dry she lay
in the heat of May
raising mirages -
a parched wasteland
of shimmering sand.

The Ganges of the South,
deserted by life,
contouring a countryside,

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