Prakash Nair Poems

gurgle of my streams,
slopes to the paddy field where
birds of the morning sing,
ol' tall bamboo forests kissing the river
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Depressions in the east
Returning Monsoons,
Another autumn dishevelled in the rains.
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Desire is your first name - Love
Sadness must be your last
Yearning is in middle -
to cuddle these men in black
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we dont need gods and history,
this stream and its trees are enough
the blessedness of
meeting by the stream is enough
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Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse,
To shores where we pined to be together
In nights when trails of the mist-
Cools off that heat of the moon
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Depressions in the east
Returning Monsoons,
Another autumn dishevelled in the rains.
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