Sarath Gopalakrishnan Poems

Is it a wonder the streetlights are out
Whenever I take that path?
I know, I dared a welcome into the darkness.
From its dead end, I hear the growl of an invisible beast.
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I threw it out of my window.
It was stinking like a dead horse.
The stench formed clouds in my sky,
And poured down as memories.
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You have the glowing face of the moon, an old poet praised.
For me, you are the far side I have never seen.
Your silence is the ominous quiescence before an explosion.
Your terse letters are the inharmonious lines I fail to rhyme with.
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