SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR Poems

Shadow under the tree crowded
‘Tarja' competitive song of two parties
Put the audience in good humour
Dust wings
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Light torn.
What a pity!
Can recall the great grandfather
Handed over me a needle in the morning hour
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My grandfather had weakness about the birds and the trees;
On setting in the rainy season sowed seeds into the earth,
Dreamt those would be sprouted in no time and grown up..
On the branches of those the birds would build nest, lay eggs..
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On Tuesday Polturam bellows his song
'Tis all out of tune and wordings are wrong
What's this song, they may say
It's explained in this way..
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I know a man whose name is Might;
Wind his opponent always he fights.
By day he sleeps
Steers dream-ship
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