Poetry at Sangam

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KT 10: Orampokiyar by Vivek Narayanan

She’s a mother now    source of the feast
How pollen-knots explode and    settle like grain
on the ploughman  who’s bent back    the flower’s tender twig
From the town of the Kanchi trees    the cruel man
she hides from when he comes

 

 

 

← Vivek Narayanan