My sisters have fain tonsured me
And doused my thoughts with their knotty ink
Which a mystic power had borne for me
And had sought my reverence in its pink
Long forged chains of musing I
Had spent on poesies ere like these
But cleave on my ba will these till I die
Belike even after, as tender a piece
Of wealthy words, unearthly views
Of an upward surge of turn to life
Of musing vast, of slumber’s hues
As a shadow I’ll e’er remain lief.
AMANYU T, KALPAKKAM
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