Long Sari Poems

              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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The sun was setting, with a beautiful color leaving in the Sky. We were heading to Edinburg. Our van stopped on the way, as that was the time for evening prayer. I could see my...

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Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani...

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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it...

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As soon as I landed, Radju, I concluded that these people live like Gods –
Fairy tale like empty airports, queer roads and on them driving cars handsome studs.

One-piece glass in windows and Dutch ware toilets...

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Too many lives are floating in this flood wave

Mon Ami,

I am honored to be included in your exposition
Theological border walls

You were opening your glittering purse, 
A set of cloth line clips,

I was gazing there
From a...

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Jarabe tapatío in Plaza Castillo,
girls dance in the Mexican night.
The floral bouquets of their dresses ablaze,
a rainbow of colors so bright

But it wasn't this way, far back in the day
when dances held little such drama.
So...

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The young boy was pale, 
He walked slowly in the alley 
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can. 
He was in business,for him it was. 

On his innocent face, 
In a modern world,who...

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Translation of Cuppiramania Bharathiyar’s poem: Kannamma, My Love! (Kannamma En Kaathali) by T. Wignesan

Yet another poem by the most famous modern Tamil poet, written a century ago – despite the commonplace imagery – follows in...

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Oh! That anguishing moment! When I craved to cry,
And pour my tears, like monsoon rains, on some grass dry;
A bit away, hence, from the madding crowd, I went,
To soothe my grieving heart; give benevolent vent...
A...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village...

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Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep...

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III

This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli face of the afternoon
And an evening-morning pervades the dripping, weeping
Rain...

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Arohee (one who ascends)


With a sweet,  smiling countenance sat little Aarohee,

Placing a finger on her cheeks, she, aged only three,

Draped in a little sari her mother had made her wear,

She sat in contemplative thought, yet...

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kachi umer mein jajbaat the 
kachi umer mein umeed 
kachi umer mein khaab the 
kachi umer mein dil khush rehta tha 
kachi umer mein chehra hasta 
kachi umer mein dunian khoobsurat thi 
kachi umer mein...

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9.
like the light 
like the dark 

yet it is full of the sound of steps 
again it wakes up on the forest-road  

taking leave from the yellow construction 
all the sound of the bamboo-flute...

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I would love to visit Africa 


I would love to visit the heart of Africa
there's no doubt it would have my heartbeat
my ancestry, my love, my wide open eyes
dad told me long ago
as i scooted...

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Withering hearts on an emotional departure 

We believe, you cannot guess
What we are about to say now.
It really does seem like yesterday
You were snuggled up in blanket in the bed
Listening a story about ‘wedding of...

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She wound her way as was her wont,
Along the treacherous path
Adorned by rock, and roots and ferns,
Elated as if there was a fire dance in the breeze,
Towards the lake and the waterfall.

Soon she arrived at...

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The lady from Bombay

The inner ciity school was big and noisy. 
I remember being scared and overwhelmed. 
When I saw her for the first time 
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no...

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I married someone in America, "My royalty" -
But can you look away from Brides in Sari*
That long, silk or chiffon sheet several feet long
Wrapped with tantalizing patterns around
And around, until thrown over her shoulder?
Another act...

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Strolling Nungambakkam’s dusky evening street,
The serpentine vehicles queues hold them as each other they coyly greet.
Ina foreign tongue they converse, so mystically sweet,
Melodies tingle in my ears with rhythms upbeat.
Chennai ladies, Chennai Lasses………
Ear stud to...

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Oh ho! Hairstyle of hers has changed!

So different she looks today; mature and confident.

I like it. But oh! Her long old long tresses, I do miss...

Gaze I do, at her shining face, everyday

But I'm sad;...

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Mother India
 
Each August 15th since 1947, a day of expectant waiting –
Either terror from India’s enemies and frenemies
Or the terror of weather, some natural happening
Or holiday hazards, even hospital tragedies …

This year, 2017, has...

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