Poetry at Sangam

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KT 39: Avaiyyar by Vivek Narayanan

Hot-powered quick wind  dispatches the branch
Ripened Sirissa pods    dry up    explode
They say the way’s all mountain crests wrapped in arduous badlands
The ravine between my breasts : hating that    he’s taken another path

 

 

 

Vivek Narayanan