Rev. Viji Eapen
Biography of Rev. Viji Eapen
Presbyter in the Church of South India, Diocese of Madhya Kerala.
Rev. Viji Eapen Poems
Migration In Summer
Oh! the cruelest, longest and hottest season, When my Maple and Oak cried, I didn't know that you were so near, To tear me apart.
I wish I was solitude, So that I could be a friend to many, Both for the rich and poor Both for the wise and fool
[ This Poem is a satire over our human life and human feelings, in a fast moving competitive world, becoming more and more mechanical and objective respectively.] Looking to the coffin, 'Good Bye! ', I told her
Be + Ve
(This is a Sonnet in Iambic Tetra Meter with aaaabbbb, bbbcca rhyming scheme.) The dark-fledged night is here and near, And moon-lit night is found no where.
Truth Has Not...Not...Not Just One Face
I told them That it was a sunny night, And, they said no. 'How could the night be so sunny? '
Let Me Rain! ! !
Oh! God, It is still raining, And I am still praying. Not for the rain to stop,
Worthless! ! !
I've a ferryboat and an oar And I know to row But, I can't, For I've a ferryboat
God's Own Country
Dead, am I For, I've lost my senses - To see, to hear, to taste, to feel, to smell. If I had not,
Why I Love Night! ! !
It is morning again, But night was a gain! For, then I had a hope That morning had a scope
Let Me Not Love! ! !
Let me not love, For they say, I don't know how to love. I met love,
[ This Poem is a satire over our human life and human feelings, in a fast moving competitive world, becoming more and more mechanical and objective respectively.]
Looking to the coffin,
'Good Bye! ', I told her
Said I again.
She didn't hear.
White was her face,
And closed were her eyes,