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Kuriakose Punnilathil Poems
The Stormcrow's Shack
Jumping over puddle and pool, merrier than the merriest fool, hopping, skipping, singing songs, too young to know the right from wrongs.
Vapors Of A Memory
There is something in the scent of wet earth in June when the rain first falls, something awakens.
A Daydream Of A Day
When the morning dew is fresh on leaves I'll wake up and smell the air, Climb the trees and pluck the fruits, and eat them while still sitting there.
The Morning Alarm
I lay awake and stared up at the ceiling, contemplating life's full meaning, Then I heard my mum screaming, and jumped quick out of bed before she was screaming!
The Bus Seat
I once sat on a seat in a bus. By the window, it was very comfortable. I always looked for it as I entered, and made sure I reached there always first.
Upon the battle field he lay, Trembling as his wounds took him. He watched around in utter dismay, As the troops around him ran and left him.
A Summer Dream
I wish I wish, this was another day. Another place, another way. Where all people are merry and gay, and we could both, forever stay.
In days of old when Earth was young and a lot was unexplored, there lived a creature great and bold and alone he often roved.
A Leap of Faith
A leap of faith, what is that? I think it is exactly what it means. You walk across the gangplank, Carefully not removing your blindfold.
Oh! What evil magic, that enchanting scent. It pierced my nostrils wherever I went.
Those were the happy days!
Days go by and life never ends. Our paths diverge, Through many bends.
When you're heart is pure, and your mind is free The world's the most amazing place to be, Filled with wonder, so much beauty! Pure awesomeness, inspiring creativity!
Sweet fragrance of May!
I still remember that white dress, That smile that brightened up my day! That sparkle in those deep black eyes! That sweet fragrance of May!
The rain fell in drops thick and fast, I was drenched, and shivered in the cold, But the embers of a fire in my heart kept me warm, And drove me. I was 20 years old.
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The Stormcrow's Shack
Jumping over puddle and pool,
merrier than the merriest fool,
hopping, skipping, singing songs,
too young to know the right from wrongs.
Skipping along, past bush and tree,
not a care, in the world, had he,
when he came nigh the Stormcrow's shack,
behind him, the clouds grew black.
Thunder called him from the sky,
jolting him from dreams of pie,
the scent of wet earth filled the air,
then the first drop wet his hair.
Without time to think or plan,
towards the empty shack he ran,
a shiver went deep down his bone,
when he ...