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I had been writing for the past fifteen years in Tamil. Poems, short stories, novel, non fiction writing and all. And penned down ten books. But this is my first English Poetry Book, that has added a beautiful feather in my cap.
A poem from my collection:
I am not The Buddha When I rest under the banyan With closed eyes, folded knees, ‘Look after carefully’ Sounded an owl Giving her little one to me And went on its way
‘Keep these with care’ Said the green parakeet, Thrusted some ripened fruits In my lap and left
‘Save this pearl necklace’ Ordered the Raven, Put it around my neck And flew away
‘Take this also’ Said a beggar who throw A rupee near me And moved
Not-Self, I am not The Buddha !
I mostly listen to the silence, for its shades and nuances that sits over the meadows, mountains, water and even in my kitchen table. The Babblers, Egrets, Daffodils, Chrysanthemums speak out their silence in a varied hues. I listened to them. There from, these poems of mine speak m…
I had been writing for the past fifteen years in Tamil. Poems, short stories, novel, non fiction writing and all. And penned down ten books. But this is my first English Poetry Book, that has added a beautiful feather in my cap.
A poem from my collection:
I am not The Buddha When I rest under the banyan With closed eyes, folded knees, ‘Look after carefully’ Sounded an owl Giving her little one to me And went on its way
‘Keep these with care’ Said the green parakeet, Thrusted some ripened fruits In my lap and left
‘Save this pearl necklace’ Ordered the Raven, Put it around my neck And flew away
‘Take this also’ Said a beggar who throw A rupee near me And moved
Not-Self, I am not The Buddha !
I mostly listen to the silence, for its shades and nuances that sits over the meadows, mountains, water and even in my kitchen table. The Babblers, Egrets, Daffodils, Chrysanthemums speak out their silence in a varied hues. I listened to them. There from, these poems of mine speak m…