Pankajam Kottarath

Sorrows deep rooted
lie damp
in bruised hearts
like my village soil
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Tiny rabbits stay still
while chemicals dropped
eat away their eyes.
After the trials
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Dreamy eyes.
Hearts melt and flow like streams.
As they converge into one
the streams vanish
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1.
Wind asked Jasmine: How do you look so gorgeous?
Jasmine said: As the delight of others gets reflected on me
Jasmine to the wind: How do you blow so gentle?
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At the threshold of summer
April had its vanquished songs
May started with hot spells
nights, yearned for dying cool winds
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As last sunrays prepared to quit
I found my pet dog annoyed
snooping and sniffing his ways
in and around the messy shed
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Imagine
the dark walls of night
do not cage you.
Its endless songs
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He counts the Yes
in her No's
with a teasing smile
and choose their trajectory
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I don't have to scale
Snow capped Himalayan peaks
They come to my courtyard at a wink
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With a heavy heart he comes
sits alongside on the swing
sways with his long time friend
Not a word they utter
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Lost to malignant cells in brain
She lies confined to bed,
awaiting the last call
in the dim lantern light
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The slender tube
feeds my senses with mellowed music.
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Amid perked up flowers
earth beguiles in her best
bathed in a smile
with frills of joy,
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After a sight seeing trip I return home early dawn
exhausted a bit, yet reinforced from within.
I open the gate. My pet dog comes
wagging its tail, like a pendulum,
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Alien to me is mad race for avarice
As I don't count on fast buck
That comes quick is to leave fast
My consolation comes from this fact.
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The thirteen year old flower vendor,
naïve as the flowers she sold
looks nascent like lilies
in her bamboo bin.
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I Want To Cry

Glory of this earth
ever on the zenith
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Silence seeps
hundreds of fathoms deep
she sits morose with a cold stare
none to share.
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Feasting my soul
with broken memories
I sit in the awning
browsing my brains
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Wonders of the world,
neither those built by hand
nor bought by man, more precious
than the historic ones; as I can
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