Long Champa Poems

THE NATURE’S CHILD!

Defying fate, freedom denied,
Confined within the four-walled cage,
Safeguarded from the Autumn wind and sun,
Shining bright beyond my reach!

The scriptures decide the societal pace,
The learned men clench the reins,
At the altar of the parochial...

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Air-ball, foul, listen to the referee 
No free throw from the key 
Sit in this corner for time out
Check by your names and throw a pout
Hopscotch, Tik Tok
Social media around the clock
For freedom of press
For...

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Sri Lal
Crows

i.
I come from nowhere,
and I have nowhere to go,
I tell the crow perched 
on a low neem branch 
beyond the Periyar River.

He agrees.

He and I are free.
We speak the same language.

You know who I...

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Ah summer when smiles nigh early on trees… 
Take season's kick-start, Karan, smiling first, 
Its bright yellow flowers when sway in breeze, 
And seem to brag: O watch my blossoms burst. 

Lest it be left...

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Crazy wind whispers 
Into the ears of ‘champa’
A light scented Indian flower
Trees are full of them now
Your love in each and every bough


The breeze is cool 
Because it is spring
Because it is south wind
Because everywhere...

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I'm talking about spirits that live deep down in the depths of my thoughts, brought to life when the abyss flows over, I can't keep my mind focused, it's like falling asleep at the wheel...

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Brimming with memories old
In its light golden look
What a scent, please behold
There beside the rippling brook

We call it golden champa
The smell relaxing and inspiring
Champa-necklace would wear Radha
When with Krishna she is dancing

In our lyrics of...

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We think them plentiful, like jumping shrimp and tiny crabs:
These mak hung, these chilies, the base for padaek.
The mouth waters with even a mention.

Every heart of Laos knows it well.
Cross oceans and mountains, battlefield and...

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Depending on the tradition, you hear:
There was nothing, or there was chaos.
No time, no space, not even a single atom
 
Not a ray of light, a whisper,
No scent of papaya or rivers.
 
  ...

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the krishnachura and the champa 

both of them 
have the only-one unsheathed afternoon 

both of them
have the same-one broken harmonium 

how long more the eyes of terracotta 
would roam in the sun 

the uneven fate-line...

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Once in my courtyard flowers bloomed ,
Marigold, hibiscus, roses …
And the sparrows tweeted.

In the morning atmosphere 
seeing the colorful flowers 
Nature seemed greeting me.

The blooming flowers in the morning
How tempting they were
How their colors charming...

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The fairies of chaitra 
lie on the un–wrinkled bed 
with their backside up  

in the hearsay of the air 
once the woods of tamarisks
once the hill of paraffin
 
it appears there is no interruption...

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