krishnakumar chandrasekar nair Poems

Jack and Jill went up the rugged hill
As all young and daring couples do
Having made oaths and promises
To go up there to fetch pails of water
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In this feverish city of hope
Of long faces and deeply creased brows
Only monkeys seem to be really happy
Swinging to and fro window to windows
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Good Lord....................

Good Lord deliver us from such doctors
Who first feel the pulse of our purse
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I still fervently grieve for you
You who could wield a gun
And tenderly also a poetic pen
To write such soulful verse
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Deep fried, black and brown with tail intact
In spiced gravy staring at me- a piteous sight
Sad eyes waiting for the fork of a diner’s attack
And so resigned to a fate of a gourmets delight
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Will there ever be in history books such a glorious one
Who almost singularly brought an empire down?
Making Ahimsa and Satyagraha his lethal weapons
He fought till the oppressors left with their dented crown
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There is a place where we will all some day go
No immigration checks or hassles as before
No permits, stamped visas or pass ports
And nothing to declare at that ornate door
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And I remember the night
We walked or rather I walked you
Under a shared umbrella
In pouring rain and street lamps
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Beyond this ever green earthy curve
The blue blue rolling skies
The clouds so floating wide
The foreboding darkness of eternal nights
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Every so called happy birth day
Says death-day is closer to the door
And we must renew our pledge anyway
To live the rest a little intensely more
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