Poetry at Sangam

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KT 11: Maamoolanar by Vivek Narayanan

Cut from conches smooth and shiny bangles    loosen every day on the wrist
Unsleeping     eyes wet with aloneness
Stuck here we’ll     escape to over there
First   rise up and live    my heart
before the hemp chaplets    of the Vadukars
beyond Katti    honourable land of many spears
further into the country    of unknown languages
thinking how to reach    the place where he is

 

 

 

Vivek Narayanan