(31 March 1934 – 31 May 2009 / Punnayurkulam, Thrissur District in Kerala)

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Annette

Annette,
At the dresser.
Pale fingers over mirror-fields
Reaping
That wheat brown hair.
Beauty
Falling as chaff in old mirrors,
While calenders
In all
The cities turn….

[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012


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