Poetry at Sangam

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KT 24: Baranar by Vivek Narayanan

Black-trunked neem tree   bright freshness of its flowers
passes    without the one I dream of
White branched ficus   raised by the river
Like a single fruit tramped by many crabs
to pulp      the cruel tongues
that augur a lover’s departure

 

 

← Vivek Narayanan