Putholi Arumugham T
Putholi Arumugham T Poems
Wandering Wordsworth In Srilanka
I wandered lonely as a cloud over Srilanka
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
when all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of dying humans;
Beside the trench, beneath the trees,
crying and moaning in pain.
Enormous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin and inside the No-war Zone
Ten thousand I saw at a glance
Trembling and weeping over their kins corpse.
The armoured vehicles and fighterjets shelled,
But they outdid the army in scream
A poet could not but cry for...
The Path Of My Life
In my stream of consciouness,
the stumbles deliver poems.
The trees of reality cast their shades often
over the terrains of my life,
the stream takes its own path.
It seems to flood at times and
my drugs keep them at bay.
Waiting for me ahead, who knows -
is an ocean of stillness or
a waterfall of insanity.