Indira Renganathan


Cry Of A Burial - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Petrol and diesel run faster
On two wheels and four wheels
Uproariously whirring and whirring and whirring
Dissonantly sounding and sounding and sounding
The road vibrates tremulously
So do I
Two leggeds spit
Four leggeds shit
The road is filthy
So feel I
And my temple road is doddering on to hell
So am I
They dig and dig and dig
On turns the electricity, telephones, drainage
Here, there, anywhere as they dare
The road is burried in itself
And it's crying.So am I from a pit
Help, help!


Comments about Cry Of A Burial by Indira Renganathan

  • (8/29/2009 10:31:00 PM)


    mother earth has truely hurt and plundered...we call it civilization and development..a cry from it...lovely representation (Report) Reply

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  • (6/9/2009 5:16:00 AM)


    lovely piece composed...10 up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 18, 2008


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