Shankaran Kutty Poems

The honeybee danced with joy in each wing
Red, blue and pink flowers had bloomed that spring
Pulled down by fever, in my bed I lay
Watching the flowers, in the breeze, sway.
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On a winter morn, so cold indeed
For my morning walk I went
When all at once by roadside spied
A body, where the road bent
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A man of destiny to my motherland born
The path to glory for a nation he has shown.
For a nation that for true heroes do pine
Like the brightest star in the night sky you shine
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Make me free of the sinful wants
That gnaws upon the dreary mind
That fills the heart to the brim with woe
The curse forever of our race, mankind
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When the flowers are in full bloom during spring
And we blindly pass by
It is not the flowers that lose its beauty
But we, in missing a joy for the eye
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Pray someone tell me what is colour
They speak of red, pink and blue
Of roses red, chrysanthemums pink
The seven that fill a rainbow’s hue
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Sipping tea on the balcony I stood
When a little bird came flapping by
Lost in thoughts, I hadn’t seen her
She came as if dropped from the sky
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For all the evil pleasures
And the lives we lead so vile
When anger and tyranny rule
Wiping away all smile
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Why shoudn’t I be sad tonight
For the night winds are howling
An eerie tune it floats, as a warning perhaps
Of the impending gloom that it does bring
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A forlorn sight he was to behold
Lying on the forest floor
His wings were clipped, life ebbing
And energy he had no more
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