poems
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We sat out on the porch, Overlooking the mighty Nelliyampathi, Braiding each other’s hair, As the evening sun was dimming, And the flickering lampposts grazed their yellow lights on the green paddy fields on either side of the pathway in front of us. The camphor scent from Ammama’s* pooja room Brimmed in the air around…
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When I touched it first,It felt soft and plush.It felt like a warm hugThat I wanted to last forever.I felt it to be delicate,I was careful.I kept it neatly folded In my chest.I brimmed with prideof my treasure,Neatly folded and hiddenIn my chest.Yesterday, I unfolded it,Only to see the creases in its folds.It has lost…
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