You have a balance before you
Suspended in air.
(Have you placed it in time
And began wondering after its space?)
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There is no place
Like the sanatorium for trees
To serve your probation.
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Rain, Wind And Other Poems
Rain, Wind
Every rain
Is an ocean overturned.
Who is it that dries it up
When God’s ships
Fail to reach the earth?
Wind is cotton
Soaked in ether
That God drops down.
Will it have ways left
To travel back
Carrying the pain
From the wounds
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The House of the Dead
No house in the world
Can equal Taj Mahal.
But there is
One bright moment
When any house
Can become Taj Mahal;
When thoughtless, impatient
Angry, unconscious
One call his house
A tomb.
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The Flame of the Forest
Flowering all of a sudden
It might now have remembered
How fire had scared it
While young,
That lone tree
Amidst the forest green.
(Poems translated from Malayalam by Sri. K.Satchidanandan