Poems from puthiyamaadhavi
Poetry is become madit gives birth to lunaticSnakes and frogs make noisein the ruined well. Poets say that even now,twho woman who killed...
Poetry has become mad.It gives birth to lunatics.Snakes and frogs make noisein the ruined well.Poets say that even now, the woman who...
I stand beforethe mirror.Hollowed cheeks.Dark ringed eyes.The furrow on the foreheadthat has become permanent.Breasts hanging downwith the...
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They are singingtill dateby taking drop by dropfrom the wordlessnotes of soundmumbled bymy primordial motheron the banksof Pahruli River....
Night time call centernear the signalon the national highway.The Sun of her homesleeps all through the day.The position heldat this...