FIVE POEMS
A Conversation
Lifting theFace To ThePouring Sky
The Insane Asked: WHO ARE YOU?
Rain Replied: I AM YOUR MOTHER
The Insane: BATH ME BY YOUR CELESTIAL HANDS.
MY PAIN
AsA PoetMy Poignant Pain Is……….
To See TheDrowning Sun In The Eve
In The Sea
I SEE YOU……………
I Do Not See You In My Reveries
I See You In The Cavern Of My Mind,
Where The Thoughts HootLikeOwls………………
A YELL
InThis Quagmire IYell:
"Light The Lamp Of Thy Love..
Diadem MeBy Your Eternal Bounties…."
EVERYONE SEARCHES………..
In Our Revels We Forget You….
In Our GrievesWe Never Think About You…
Oh My Death …….
In Each And Every Globules OfOur Life
ReallyWeAre Searching For
Your Sanctum Sanctorium………
K.SYAMCHANDRAN
31.10.2017
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