Again and Again
Drizzling Drops on an Evening
Shining Crops on travelling
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Stone can be god
Stone can be a mile stone
Stone can be a weapon
Stone can be a shelter
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Noises of horns
Essence of tambouras
What will happen When horns becomes tambouras?
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India got freedom by people's
who shed their blood
If they spent only sweat and tears
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Budding flowers didn't know about the upcoming combat between bug and honeybee
© Manakavingyan
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Fluidic thoughts moved to the non-serious part of my mind
and watched me in the shadows
© Manakavingyan
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Oh! birds your hardwork results in feeding termites
Oh! humans your smartwork of destroying trees to live like a snake
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The introspective mind quietly tried
to blend in with the raindrops
© Manakavingyan
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Dragon flies confess their death
to the street lamp in vernacular
© Manakavingyan
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poetry penetrates into solitude
when I am not transparent
© Manakavingyan
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I have gone to a virgin island
located between heaven and hell.
© Manakavingyan
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It's a paradox that a clan was in polygamy, having no further kings.
© Manakavingyan
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when life is showcased on a theatre screen
Am I business visitor to sell my life?
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Using the platform for Translating some of my Tamil poems to English I write with a pen name manakavingyan In Tamil 'it's poet from heart ')
We
Flown birds from trees
Fallen leaves from trees
You birds hid on greenish trees
Braved leaves on greenish trees
Birds never had Permanent destiny
Leaves never had wings of destiny
Wind's direction
Leave's green
Bird's melody
Earth's gravity
Life may be bird
Life may be leaf
People flew might have fallen prey
People fallen might have turned manure
We are not vultures historically
We are not terrorists mysteriously
Daily
We will be singing birds
We will be shadowing leaves
-Manakavingyan