Category: Poetry
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The day will soon arrive
This is a rant againt my best friend’s boss. Here is the content of the poem: Who do you think you are? Queen Elizabeth? You may think you know everything You may think you are the best boss You may think you are a strong woman You may think you are always right You may…
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I am a Tam Brahm
Footnote: This poem can’t be called an entirely original work. I owe a lot of the ideas (and certain facts) to the various people in India who have been at the fore of the anti-caste movement – great historical leaders like Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar and Thanthai Periyar; as well as contemporary anti-caste movements – comprising…
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To a smoker I meet everyday
Every day you smoke that cigarette of yours Leaving the air around you full of toxic fumes Which coil into a gigantic serpent That turns its baleful eyes on my helpless form And slowly, but surely, slithers towards me Hissing evilly as it prepares to send me to my maker Before rearing sharply, and plunging…
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Something has to give
Something has to give After hours of frustration Hours of thankless toil Where are the fruits? Trust and rapport built Through days of understanding Days of convincing Evaporate at the eleventh hour Causing me to tear my hair out And start all over again But are my efforts recognized? Do all those hours count?…
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You have endured so much
You have endured so much You have braved so much As a village girl In the clutches of poverty Studying, cooking, washing As a city girl In the murky waters Of office politics and gossip Tears well up in your eyes As a colleague revels in his sport Of cracking jokes at your expense You…
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The magic spell cast by Dhanushkodi
As we head towards Dhanushkodi On a road smooth as velvet Tall trees of coconut surround us Forming a canopy to shield us From the wrath of the mighty Sun Whose eyes pierce us all And cast an everlasting glow Over the silken stretches of sand Erstwhile a tiny speck in the horizon Now omnipresent,…
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A chaotic experience at Tiruchendur temple
As I head into a temple Standing tall with its gopuram Underlining its grandeur and monstrosity Luring the faithful and the besotted As an ocean opens its arms To invite the mighty ships To sail in its capricious waters Even the cynical and non-believing Can’t help but turn their heads Letting their eyes widen and…