Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam Biography

The clouds rumble, O! sons of Malice, hear
The smoke of arson and roar of lies
In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near
Ignorant men, followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
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Writing poem is true domain
Reading is never a mood main
But feign for fame by silence
Or mono response nonsense.
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A vision so bright, tongue-tied
A vision so makes legs benumbed
Unrhythmic chanting of Thy names
Won't make me move a pawn in games.
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As confluence we gushed
Demolishing either banks
residual deltas
cleave our course forever, but-
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I love my country: India, but
I hate many of its rulers, as
they speak for the poor and
act for tycoons bellicose, and-
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