yamini peethambaran Biography

the lanes that sprang up in spring
waving and tossing greeted the one
particles of matter in cubes and matrices
the world lay before a mathematician
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Was it shimmering thought?
Or just a whispering that-
Hit my drums,
Tuning my rhythm amazingly!
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Silence, silence in passages
I waited for a knock
A humming, a whisper..
All in vain, my beats were there alone.
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It wasn’t much when the splashes hit
Torrents tormenting the souls displayed
The dance of mirth the pace of swift
The shade of love the pearls in disarray
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thin frames peel electric passages
i pity pauper
outmoded world in her charm
whistles past in bunch of flowers.
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