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Source of Nile

					
North eastern whistling through papyrus banks					
Emanating  streams  are from forest Rwanda					
Collecting reserving ever controversial					
No propagating ,Lake  Victoria real natural source					
We are from the source of Nile					
					
Summer rain blessed over mount of Ethiopia					
Seasonal worship prolonging to Hapi.					
Egyptian farmers awaiting the blue silt					
Obscuring barriers , flowing river great					
We are from the source of Nile					
					
She will be joining blue hands at Khartoum					
Resting reversing , then reaching to Cairo					
Looking behind like a responsible mom					
Blessing the fertile land again , hats off					
We are from the source of Nile					
					
Enchanting caves and all  gigantic pyramids					
Egyptian mummy an  evident civilization					
Gentle the flow for the  life distribution					
Never dispensable such a real contribution					
We are from the source of Nile					
					
Padmakumar

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You Have Been No More

  YOU HAVE BEEN NO MORE
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My sister , you have been no more
Scintillating your body has been tarnished
Even before , your soul was buried
No one has seen your face for a glance
No body heard you for a while in the roar
Now people are streaming like a river to the ocean
Emanating candles are broken in the half way
Tears are droplet in the darkness all the way
Words can sometimes partly be contained
What should have been conveyed , parting you sad.

Padmakumar

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After the Monsoon

The shattering monsoon is over					
The showers have broken up					
The downpour was greater in valleys					
Country side , court yard and markets					
					
The sunny days had gone on vacation					
Leaving clouds and gloom					
And a faint sun					
					
With a terrible beauty					
Marching clouds were piled high					
pouches of black doom in the sky					
Water streams fell from the dark					
But no thunder or dreaded spark					
					
Large mango trees have fallen					
Street children collect the windfall harvest					
Croaking crows go back to their nests					
Fishing boats nets lie at rest					
					
School Children go with umbrellas					
Blue and white turning brown					
Bad weather , bad weather rumors					
Are no body's concern					
					
Nothing can go far					
Ninety days of clouds fade away 					
The sun regains its glory					
The dark sadly retreats					
					
Spray of colours come from a blue sky					
The rainbow green a light for departure					
A sign the monsoon is leaving 					
Leaving the soil fertile and alive					
					
It is a proud part of our existence					
But like our lives	
It will have to sadly depart
Everything comes to an end.			
					
(The average level of annual rain fall is quite high in our					
region - the southern part of India - , and we enjoy four					
seasons : winter , summer , south west monsoon followed	
by north east monsoon.Monsoon starts some times near the	
beginning of June and some times lasts until December.
The people of this region are very dependent on this rainy
season and they are passionate about this annual visitor.					
The above poem , describes a period during January , just					
after the monsoon season of the previous year , recalling					
cherished and rejuvenating experiences , coupled with					
certain lethargy.)

Padmakumar

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Nomads

NOMADS

Children in the nomadic kit
They never wake-up to the day light
They are born to the sleepy darkness
Really they have not born at all

Darkness in the finger tip
For somebody every five years
Life never respond any story beyond
Actually no where we lived at all

Landing on the dark pit
And pretending to live terribly failed
Don't deserve to sensible the pass away
Factually no one possess a death at all.

Padmakumar

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Teacher From Nursery Rhymes

She never been to a teacher for me
Who would have taught me a glitter of life
She was a teacher of nursery kids
Who has been transferred to school near by
	
While in the morning ,  commuting  to office
Even before I could start the routine
There is a phone call , alerting my son
Troubling some children so report to school
	
Owing to late marks I reschedule for
Reaching to pacify , no other way.
He was so crazy and active in group
What else , no children are born to a crime.
	
Complaints , but repeated, multiple ways
Compel  to expect irritating calls
She never plan to stop ring in my phone
Promptly recur like habitual source.
	
Final one day  could I  recollect , since 
She was so cheerful while talking to me
Confirmed  no  further more disturbances
She has been transferred to some other place.
	
Padmakumar

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Expatriates

				
Expatriates are not  who are 	
   Expelled from their  home land	
   Especially as they work 		
Exclusively for the land		
				
   Exaggerations  their lives		
   Externally while you find		
Except for a few, 		
Exposed in the view.		
				
Extremely we work for		
Embarking , not in the moon	
Emotionally we speak  for	
Expecting , not in the soon.	
				
Excuse me , we will be back	
Excess of love we will pack	
Exactly that we need		
Eternally what indeed.
				
Padmakumar

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Law From the Land

Law from the Land

We are no where in the history
Merely a part of geography
Floating spots of Arabians sea
Exporting the surplus of our peace
Expecting the survival of our place
Thankful to the kind of main land
Painful to depart from their hand
Now the sun is purple from the east
With a pearcing look reaching top
Fading with a red face of fear
Budding response of different genre
But all defuse in the raising waves

We never invite industrial fumes
We never against to constitutional frames
We will not involve cheering girls
We will not allow chilling glass

Don't intrude into the piece of land
Don't destroy  silent peace of land
Roar is on reah from the protecting hands
War is a breach from devastating minds
Nothing will remain,
But realise the value we lost...
First it was the natural diversity
Next it may be the  cultural integrity.

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Darkness of Night

DARKNESS OF NIGHT
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DARKNESS
WOULD HAVE BEEN
RETAINED FOR NIGHT

SHE COULD HAVE
INVOLVED 
WHERE , THERE IS 
NO MOON LIGHT IS TO INTERFERE

WHERE , THERE IS 
NO SPY WANDERING AROUND

BUT.....
SHE HAS BEEN MARKED 
BY GLITTERING NEEDLES
IMMERSED IN THE FLESH

IT IS ONLY
DARKNESS
APT FOR NIGHT.

I.B.PADMAKUMAR

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Corona Times

CORONA TIMES
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Who are all become remaining , to survive
While re-collecting the    isolate  paintings

Feeble announcement  from sources reliable	
Really Corona arriving to  cost and routine

Mutated epidemics severally endangered in
Dictating letters with smell of blood inside.

People are running but basis the flash 
They may have dark dent of small pox in mind

World is confined to an volatile spot  , hence 
Segregations are all  impossible tasks.

No longer we can hide inside a shade
What else the doctrine of co-existence

Do expect anything  in random and  baseless 
Take a vacation from good days and dreaming

How long deep sufferings and fled in a life
Concurred all pain with a smile in the lip 

Once again we need  to re- organize
So as to retain the valleys in green

Expecting  world is now warming behind us
No excuse , we ought to score on this day.


I.B.Padmakumar
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