Treasure Island

Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

(17.10.1944 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

The Lute, (It Is Me) Which Lost Its Tune!


Eyes shall fill with tears!
.....Bangles from my arms shall fall!
By seeing the Lute, (it is me)
.....which lost its tune!

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013
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Hi,
This poem 'The Lute, (it is me) which lost its tune! ' is a translation of a Tamil poem by Poet Kaliappan Esekkiyal, revealing the feeling of a lover while her male counterpart leaves to earn money!

கண்கள் கலங்கும், கரத்துவளை வீழும், இப்
பண்கள் இழந்தவீணை பார்த்து! .- - -(07) - காளியப்பன் எசேக்கியல்

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