C. Muralidara Kannan Poems

This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.
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Monstrous marketing strategies mutilate the mural of
meaningful businesses.
Some buy the buyers at any cost. and forget them after sale.
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Ere enacting the act
blessed consummation of paper and pen, my soul sent supplicating prayers to the sanctorum of the sweet muses, eyes closed.

A formidable foreplay of
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Our parents relished their shared
food at home
with my grandparents.
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Hold my hand, gently, gently,
come, let's take
a walk along the beautiful
promenade, shall We?
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Friendship and Love
never be forced or bought.
They have to sprout out and
spree into fresh leaves and
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Praise to thee
the generous abode of
Poets and Poems!
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As Mathew Arnold counselled,
'Thou hadst one desire', I had
one...to become a teacher.
I got what I desired.
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Let thy ripening roads
have least traffic.
Peacefully pace thy speed,
be mindful of
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Braindrain Boomerangs

Brilliant youth continue
embracing self-banishment.
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