Swamidhason Francis

Rookie - 301 Points [Swami D.Francis] (16 February,1956 / Nagercoil, Tamil Nadu, India)

Swamidhason Francis Poems

1. Walking To Her Eternal Home 5/2/2015
2. The Dirty Shoe Mender 5/3/2015
3. Reporting From The Gate Of Hell 5/4/2015
4. Dreams And Reality 5/4/2015
5. The Amputated Leg 5/7/2015
6. Learning 5/7/2015
7. Migrants From Africa 5/7/2015
8. Crying Rooms 5/8/2015
9. Mother's Love 5/9/2015
10. Mother's Devotion 5/10/2015
11. The Swallows 5/13/2015
12. The Lone Survivor 5/14/2015
13. Warriors And Lovers 5/26/2015
14. My Father Is A Veteran 5/26/2015
15. The Blind Image 5/29/2015
16. The Peak Is Really Lonely 5/29/2015
17. Ode To Ustad, The Celebrity Tiger 5/29/2015
18. Grandma's Beard 6/2/2015
19. Her Looks 6/3/2015
20. My Lost Legacy 6/10/2015
21. I Looked Without Eyes 6/11/2015
22. Visions Beyond The Horizon 6/12/2015
23. My Mom Is No More 6/12/2015
24. Monkeys In Moon 6/13/2015
25. Selfie With Spring Flowers! 5/1/2015
26. A Head On The Highway 6/12/2015
27. The Squandered Life 5/1/2015
Best Poem of Swamidhason Francis

The Squandered Life

An angel came out of a split atom as the trumpet sounded
A grand throne came down from Heaven for him to be mounted;
Air was sucked out of me; my senses lost contact with me
My eyes closed and like lightening, light was taken off me;
Breath left my lungs and flew like a wingless bird
Wreaths were placed by my kith and kin without any word;
I felt it queer and they began to swear affirming faith in God,
Leaving my mortal remains within the coffined grave like sod;
An eternal chill engulfed me; it was cold; it was dark;
I saw them mourning first but forgetting ...

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The Amputated Leg

A human leg it is! With senses numbed the village stood around the dump;
It’s a curse! Righteous path we diverted, in shiver, the devotees driveled;
A dog might have dragged it, in what’s app, the android fingered techie drooled;
Consult the occultist, shouted the stout village chief and all became dumb.

Mumbling Sanskrit lines, the temple priest came with Ganges water to damp
The rumbling evil with a sprinkle; Holding their breath tout like Chiseled
Idols stood the village as he sum

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