Shankaran Kutty

Gold Star - 5,318 Points [Shanku] (1st November / Alleppey)

Shankaran Kutty Poems

1. Uttara's Lament 7/7/2015
2. Praise The Lord 7/8/2015
3. Tiger Of Tiger Hill 7/8/2015
4. Curry Leaf 7/8/2015
5. A Dog's Best Friend 7/8/2015
6. Sounds Of Childhood 7/8/2015
7. Animal Kingdom 7/8/2015
8. Lost Love 7/8/2015
9. A Homonym Poem 7/8/2015
10. A Beggar's Dream 7/9/2015
11. Rebirth 7/9/2015
12. A Letter From A Daughter 7/9/2015
13. Unwritten Lullaby 7/9/2015
14. Unknown Sorrow 7/9/2015
15. Resurrection 7/9/2015
16. Why I Can'T Be A Poet 7/10/2015
17. Try Try Try Again 7/10/2015
18. Navarasas - Karuna 7/13/2015
19. Navarasas - Shringara 7/13/2015
20. Navarasas - Hasya 7/13/2015
21. Navarasas - Bhibalsa 7/13/2015
22. Navarasa - Roudram 7/13/2015
23. Navarasa - Shantham 7/13/2015
24. Navarasas - Veera 7/13/2015
25. Navarasas - Bhaya 7/13/2015
26. Navarasas - Albhuta 7/13/2015
27. Outrage 7/14/2015
28. Parallel Lines 7/14/2015
29. Carnage 7/14/2015
30. The Silly Box 7/14/2015
31. Falling Sick On Diwali 7/14/2015
32. Feeling Better After Fever 7/14/2015
33. My Motherland 7/15/2015
34. To The Bovines On The Roads Of Chennai 7/15/2015
35. My Grandmother 7/15/2015
36. To My Daughters 7/15/2015
37. Sinned To Be Born A Girl? 7/15/2015
38. Teenage Love 7/16/2015
39. Making Of A Poet 7/16/2015
40. Stay Away Now I Am Dead 7/16/2015
Best Poem of Shankaran Kutty

The Scum

(This is based on a true incident. Of how a mother asked her lover to kill her own husband and child, so that they can elope and lead a life together. he has been given capital punishment and she, double life terms. But irrespective of all that, the incident created a huge shock, as I still cant imagine how a mother can kill her own 4 year old child for carnal pleasures.) .


What is it this thing called love
Isn't it the presence of the Lord
The spark that lights a lonely heart
That from one heart to another, poured

And of all the love that fill our hearts
The...

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Uttara's Lament

Alone she sat in the battlefield
Her husband’s head in her lap
At sixteen, a mere trifle of a boy he was
His face serene as in a nap

“Arise my dear, you have to see your child
Who grows in my womb”, she cried
In a battlefield strewn with death
No one heard the young bride.

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