krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

(1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

To Wilfred Owen - my favorite poet


I still fervently grieve for you
You who could wield a gun
And tenderly also a poetic pen
To write such soulful verse
That no man can read today
Without a moist eye, tear or two
On words, inspired by dark cold trenches
With bleeding wounds and goodbye's said
And you went far too early from your youth
Taking with you a treasure the world will never know
Of so many gems that lay inert in your secret chambers
Unwritten, Unsung as the dirty war laid you low.......

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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Owen has always been my favorite poet. I can't imagine what heights he would have reached had he lived a normal span. His early demise is an irrevocable loss to the world of verse.

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