Ram Chandran

India

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in this quiet noon
on this shore
my tied boat
me
and a seagull

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jasmine
in bloom over night
I need
nothing else
for the day

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only
the moonlight knows
the tears
that flowed down my cheeks
the sleepless nights I have spent...
 

 

 

a little ghost
in the  banyan  tree
scares all
in the village..friends with birds
and swinging on aerial roots
 

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on the seashore
waves
repeatedly bring
those bitter memories
the breeze takes them away
 

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though you pretend
not to hear,
my Radhe
your jingling bangles
echo my songs

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