On Poet A.K.Ramanujan Poem by Indira Renganathan

On Poet A.K.Ramanujan



No way I'm noted..
Perhaps behind him at the most farthest
Or just one foot up the poetry stairs..

A bhuddhist child of Hinduism
With his own ism of words
Interestingly I treasure-hunt repeatedly
On his obscure zone of meaning
And I slap my folly each time..

A stylish poet to word-wit
Even pain to be 'put into a white tunnel'
And death metaphorically..
The scorpion to burst its back
To give birth to multiple dying

A poet
By a parable of five brahmans
Yet to declare 'No fifth man'
As for him'poetry too is a tigress
Except there's no fifth
Man left on a tree
When she takes your breath
Away'

A poet
Whose mind can beg his hindu-body
To go with it'to rise in the sap of trees'
To 'feel the weight of the honey-hives
And the burlap weave of weaver-birds'
And
To my poems..
He inscribes his stony words and throw
For me to expiate my flaws
No way I'm noted
For he'll not look behind
But he can look down on me
For he's high in the skies
And me, just one foot up
The poetry stairs down
'I salute you sir'

Monday, September 8, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: poet,social
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 08 September 2008

a befitting tribute....!

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