Prabhakar Subramaniam Poems

It is where lies come readily

Without any prompting
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When the lights blow out

Urchins erupt in joy
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A wall not seen as a wall

Is the one difficult to pull down
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We, devotees, were asked
To go through a metal detector,
Frisked for belt-bombs
Our bags were searched
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Silence is not always consent
It could be a loss of words
Even a loss of faith in words
Perhaps, a pause, for something else
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The night flickers
As tantalizing as a
Half-remembered dream
With its mosaic
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When the earth turned
As infirm as the sea
Little was left standing
Of hubris or faith or hope;
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What are the Greeks to us
Or we to the Greeks
That we should weep thus
For them; our fate is mirrored in theirs - -
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There were fewer farmer suicides
Last year than in the previous year
The crime records bureau report said
Only 1980 took their lives in 2014
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Between the make-believe home
And the waves
Only tiny little fingers
The sea knows the child
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