Long Arrogate Poems

Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of the eminent Brahmin poet: Cuppiramania Bharathiyar (cf. two poems of...

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A kettle can never call a pot black 
Are they not from the same world of pain?
I swing my Ego in one last time of my life
And i was caught in the absence of hundred...

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No secret the Don did abrogate,
his strict ban barring employees to acclimate
themselves, to live within United States
legal tender, and accommodate
themselves comfortably anonymous,

though "NOT FAKE," but accurate
reliable, trustworthy, et cetera
resources who did activate
my awareness, his hired...

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Spoiler Forewarning Alert!

This averred title announced straight
away so lingering fans
(hoop fully letting me abbreviate)
a short cut so ye
can up and evacuate,
while metered time,

not yet foregone and not to late
hence best heed mine caution
which can protect...

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Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors 
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin 

dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous 
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting

state of emergent...

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IF ever I had a country : XXIII-XXIV

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In the pit, deep and hollow
Burning furnace, cried of sorrow
Cried his veins, but unyielding
Before the punishment unleashed 
In countenance to arrogate His power

Heaven this day turned to hell
When in challenge of His kingdom
As a horse...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39  

Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being...

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Spring is cold in its cool pastel colors.
Today, Winter’s a fool to tread so late
past its season. Its gait freezes flowers.
Spring’s upset with the winterly arrogate.

Depression will not take hold - the sun’s out.
Reminders that...

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This piece of debate is a type of sin
Bound to prick the True Christian like a pin.
One may a dozen times arguments win:
All a Big Trash for his waiting dustbin.

But from someone like me a...

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COPLA CUARENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World

Animals mammals kill to eat
Thinking animals kill humans:
For their own gods

Most of all those who One god feat
Turn on themselves with blasting guns:
Schizophrenic gods

No founders of religion wrote
The...

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