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Obituary By A K Ramanujan
Father, when he passed on,
left dust
on a table of papers,
left debts and daughters,
Small-Scale Reflections On A Great House
Sometimes I think that nothing
that ever comes into this house
goes out. Things that come in everyday
to lose themselves among other things
The Ghaghra In Spate - A Poem By Keki N Daruwalla
And every year
the Ghaghra changes course
turning over and over in her sleep.
When Buddha Woke Up...
When Buddha woke up….
As bats, owls screeched in banyan trees,
Right inside the palace, a young man woke up…
To his right, his wife and children asleep.
Ayyanar Waits For A Year
Ayyanar waits for a Year

God Ayyanar stands with a sickle and spear,
right outside the village limits.
Stretching about a kilometre,
Wide, with margosa trees on either sides,
Srivilliputtur railway station is wonderful.
Go On Windmills; Go On Windmills !
Go on Windmills; go on windmills !
- - S. Ramesh

Go on Windmills; Go on windmills !
Vadakkangulam Village
Vadakkangulam Village
I live in a land of wind, literally.
Here, everything is wind. Seasons fixed by the winds.
Windy, not-windy…
Ghost At Twelve O’ Clock
Ghost at Twelve O’ Clock

Mother used to say:
Don’t wake up late night. Never open door.
An Ode On Urination
Urination is always a pleasure.

Think of urinating in blank unpeopled streets,
silent, late at midnight.

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