Prabhakar Subramaniam Poems

When this runs itself out
And we can step out
Once again without a mask
What would it be like
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When you wake up

In the strange place
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I've not seen for long, the sun rise
Like this, before my sleepy eyes
I had almost forgotten
It could be as red or as swollen
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Like the Van Gogh scene
In 'Dreams'
I took the road
In 'Playground'*
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Finally the victory stand
Was ours for the taking
We took turns on it
Those who could only cheer
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As I pace the terrace
In the cover of the night
I guiltily think
Of the hours
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Every dawn I invoked
The smell of rain
When I doused the frontyard
I swept free of yesterdays
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What stories do you tell your grandson
Who wants newer and newer ones to be told?
The stock of mythology is soon spent,
Adventure stories you were brought up on
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The ad carried
A statutory warning
'Watching this
Can be injurious
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He spoke in a tongue

That seemed familiar
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