Shankaran Kutty

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

Shankaran Kutty Poems

81. Jatayu 8/10/2015
82. My Fears 8/10/2015
83. My Farm 8/11/2015
84. No Tears For Me 8/12/2015
85. Nallathor Veenai 8/13/2015
86. Innocence 9/8/2015
87. Peace 9/8/2015
88. Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath 9/13/2015
89. Seven Deadly Sins - Greed 9/13/2015
90. Seven Deadly Sins - Gluttony 9/13/2015
91. Seven Deadly Sins - Sloth 9/13/2015
92. Seven Deadly Sins - Pride 9/13/2015
93. Seven Deadly Sins - Lust 9/13/2015
94. Seven Deadly Sins - Envy 9/13/2015
95. Dreams For A Brighter Tomorrow 9/14/2015
96. If You Pluck Me From Your Heart 7/7/2015
97. Woman 7/7/2015
98. My Kingdom 9/17/2015
99. Immortal 9/20/2015
100. Six Blind Men And An Elephant 9/22/2015
101. The Interview 9/23/2015
102. My Times Of The Day 9/23/2015
103. Uddhava Gita 10/11/2015
104. An Acrostic Happy Birthday Poem 10/15/2015
105. Seasons - Spring 10/20/2015
106. Seasons - Summer 10/20/2015
107. Seasons - Rains 10/20/2015
108. Seasons - Winter 10/20/2015
109. An Apology 11/2/2015
110. Surrender To Thee My Lord 11/21/2015
111. Ode To Solitude 11/22/2015
112. Love! ! 11/28/2015
113. Sonnet 1 12/6/2015
114. Sonnet - 5 12/10/2015
115. Sonnet - 6 12/10/2015
116. Sonnet 7 12/12/2015
117. Sonnet - 8 12/12/2015
118. Sonnet - 9 12/13/2015
119. Sonnet - 10 12/13/2015
120. My Christmas With Santa 12/26/2015
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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