vatsa kakumanu Poems

I met a woman on the coast of Malabar
a classical south Indian of her time.
She was a typical lady in her late twenties not married yet.
Perfectly draped in a saree with her long hair carried away by wind.
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she wanted love that made her happy
he proposed her out of lust
he proposed her for popularity...
he proposed her for a challenge
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an endless journey of life through the age of persistence
like a sailor in the ocean....being carried away by the storms
don't know when the shore appears, only a hope that strives him forward
he is always on his own.....not bounded by any influence
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I text paragraphs just to get one word replies from her
cuz I am not so special to her.

I keep listening to all her memories and sorrows but when its my turn she seems so occupied with something else
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