Poem
P.P. Ramachandran
The Simple
Nothing more than a sweet cryTo say, I am here.
A dropped feather is all that
Says, I was here.
The warmth of brooding
Says, I will be here.
How do birds tell
Their lives with such brevity?
© Translation: 2009, E.V. Ramakrishnan
THE SIMPLE
© 1999, P.P. Ramachandran
From: Kanekkane
Publisher: DC Books, Kottayam
From: Kanekkane
Publisher: DC Books, Kottayam
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The Simple
Nothing more than a sweet cryTo say, I am here.
A dropped feather is all that
Says, I was here.
The warmth of brooding
Says, I will be here.
How do birds tell
Their lives with such brevity?
© 2009, E.V. Ramakrishnan
From: Kanekkane
From: Kanekkane
The Simple
Nothing more than a sweet cryTo say, I am here.
A dropped feather is all that
Says, I was here.
The warmth of brooding
Says, I will be here.
How do birds tell
Their lives with such brevity?
© 2009, E.V. Ramakrishnan
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