krishnakumar chandrasekar nair Poems

Hundred and fifty odd souls went down that day
So full of life: so unwilling to die
'cause one man had a hideous little problem
A problem that the system could not set right
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How old is this car of yours?
Doctor, its running into the late seventies

The engine is a bit too noisy
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Who am I or What am I
But an assortment of parts
Liver, pancreas, kidneys and a heart
All strung up on this bony comic frame
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Sitting on an arm chair still
Watching the beautiful setting sun
Unmindful of the winter chill
I tried something in my mind for fun
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I wonder what he does
Between catches and kills
Waiting, patiently waiting
On that ornate web- his design
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Life goes on like a game of sixty four squares
With belligerent queens and docile kings
Crafty knights and impotent bishops
Till the clock runs out and the bell doth rings
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Why should I rebel ever
And be a part of a revolution
That demands that I
I, flesh, body and soul
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What is the use of all that gold
If you have no place for it to show
Turn eyeballs in no loving looks
And then pompously sneer and blow
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You were so full; so much full of life
In that 'Dead poets society's', role
As a gentle teacher so awe inspiring
Motivating every young students soul
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Someday the sky will fall
Men will stop bickering
Throwing stones
Throwing grenades
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