Gopi Krishnan Kottoor Poems

We used to sit
Around the red teak table
With the Book Of Knowledge
Open with its picture
Of Africa.
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The coffin maker is a happy man now
More and more orders keep coming in.
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Why dear, I ask her.
In my mind, somebody fallen in love
Has been jilted.
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The soil I now pick

contains fragments of the dead.

They once saddened and happied themselves here
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Have these waters of the Ganges
been flowing down the memory
for small change?
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