Shankaran Kutty Poems

(this is purely a work of fiction. I am such a lover of dogs, I would never ever do this in reality.)

It was a quiet and hot Sunday noon
When I thought I will take some rest
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You can take away all my freedom
Or confine me in chains
You can sentence me to boredom
But my mind would always be free
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Battered by the forces of Nature
My Chennai, to your resilience I bow
Your people have so risen in stature
By their compassion, when nature laid them low
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Twelve days of war had by then gone by
Thousands dead on the battlefield did lie
With Drona as the leader of the clan
The Kauravas hatched an evil plan
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The Idol


A mighty stone edifice
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Sang a poet so long ago
If winter is here, can spring be far behind
But would I survive the harsh winter cold
And the frost that has frozen the mind
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You sneak in through the balcony door
I have left it open so wide
And then I find you there no more
Pray where did you run and hide
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I remember as a child I would sit and cry
When math I couldn’t crack however much did I try
When Newton’s laws would stare from the Physics book
I was too scared to even take a look
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(Homonyms are words which are spelt and pronounced the same, but mean different. Here I have attempted to write a poem using homonyms to rhyme.)

One day a family I found I had to address
On something official, but reached the wrong address
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Like a nomad lost in desert sands
I wandered, but still I saw my dream
Of joys and pleasures and acceptance
I swore not to lose my self esteem
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