C. Muralidara Kannan

C. Muralidara Kannan Poems

This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.
...

I come here to have
the most popular and
Most refreshing hot beverage
They offer it to you
...

Aum Namah Shivaya
What a just juxtaposition!
Jeevam + Japam + Shivam
Perfect prayer permutes
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He wakes me up every dawn
With a shril bark of a 'bav'
Or with a gentle caress of his paw
I rise swiping my eyes with a yawn.
...

The Nine planets showered
Their choicest flowers
On an auspicious nineth day
Of waxing moon
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Why is this sad suffering?
Are you oblivious of
The divine diurnal existence?
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Sweet service succumbs to
sudden slaughter as brutal
business bumps into the
busy walks of ethereal life.
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Fly, fly, fly fluttering flannels and flags florescent fly...furls on furls...fly
for the friends foeless
forsee the feste of fraternity.
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Let them go
It's time
You learnt to forget
One by one.
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An ever bright light
Entered the sombre cave
With a flash of benediction
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I have never seen a valley
Nor have I ever been
This one, a recent visit
A dream wonder, rare real
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I tend and mend
your unkempt hair
I groom you fair
Never take me for a broom
...

C. Muralidara Kannan Biography

This Indian poet is a serving Professor of English for more than three decades, who has a passion for language and literature and is a polyglot too. He has already published many poems in English, online and offline in many a forums, magazines newspapers and literary journals. His book of verse, 'Indradhnush' a bouquet of poems, is already well known to the local reading public...a few poems viz, Dear Ronny, Reverie, Licenced to live everywhere, A New Year, 's Wish, Ere It's Nevermore, are widely read. He loves humanity, universal peace & harmony and believes in God.)

The Best Poem Of C. Muralidara Kannan

Take Me Back Home, My Dear Son.

This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.

I looked up
his visage and stammered,
'Please take me back, to our home'

And I just mused, No more stay here
In this geriatric Prison, my son.

My mused mots
Must have wielded
His mute mind.
He gave back a look
J'ai compris,
Tout de suite.

Still, I begged
'Please take me back, to our home'

He loosened grip
And went away
The gait greeted me
A long good-bye.

That night I shot
A question to my Maker, 'Why didn't you bless me with a daughter? '

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