Prabhakar Subramaniam Poems

It's the time of day
When the dead draw closer
Than the living could ever be
Look no more hard of hearing
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The night flickers
As tantalizing as a
Half-remembered dream
With its mosaic
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The day seems ominous
When you bury your wet face
In the towel smelling of the sun;
The neem is coming back
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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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The city left behind
Sneaks up on me
When least expected
It seems the aroma
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What are the lines
What's the cue
What am I playing
King or fool
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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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I went back to the city
With a map of memories
That one couldn't ask anyone
For directions with
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