Poetby Cheran Rudhramoorthy (Canada) Poem by WorldPoetry USNB

A poet, an epitome of grief,
Is blood songs of defeat.
The one who cannot sing,
The one who refuses to sing,
The one who is incapable of singing
Between them, what dies?
poetry, voice, love or time?
We know not

Our life cannot be contained inside music.
My wonderful poem,
within a minute of its conception,
is sent to the cremation grounds.
A hundred years later, when it's found again and praised profusely,
The poet is no more.
Poetry Unfulfilled Always.


《 The Past》

A deserted street,
in the rain,
in the canopy of a tree,
suddenly to see you seemed unlikely
but
it did happen.

After so long,
your eyes fluttering,
coloured butterflies
grasping an umbrella,
and a bundle of books.
I see the trembling fingers,
you were stunned.

Face,
you cannot turn away,
rain;
leaving,
not possible,
rain.

Rain, go away;
Sun, come again,
you seem to chant to yourself,

my little girl,
the Sun of our past
on that day, disappeared.


Bio:

Cheran Rudhramoorthy (Sri Lanka/Canada)Dr. R. Cheran is Tamil Canadian academic, poet, playwright and journalist. He is a professor at the University of Windsor in Canada. He has authored over fifteen books in Tamil, and his work has been translated into twenty languages. Several volumes of his work have been published in English translation of Burning (Arc Publications, UK) . He has performed his poetry at various International Writers' festivals in the United Kingdom, Singapore, the US, Indonesia, India, Sweden, the Netherlands, Canada, Ramallah, West Bank, Dubai and Mexico. His plays in English language have been produced and performed in Toronto, Canada, New York, Chicago and New Jersey in the US. Singapore's modern dance group Chowk has produced and performed a dance play based on his poems titled "The Second Sunrise".