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I Named The Village - My English Poetry Book Released

I Named The Village

Book Release




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 my language. 

Sage

Small wonders showers the morning sky
Humming birds fill up the horizon
Daffodils and Roses are in the air
Lilies and Lotuses bloom the pond
All, but one remains silent
The Mountains

None can move it
The wind, The clouds
The sun, The darkness
Remain always a sage
Telling the truth of life
To live and let die



This book has been released in All Ladies League (ALL), Coimbatore Chapter Inaugural Function, held in Dvara Resort, Siruvani Coimbatore..
Ms. Sujani Balu, Past President of Crafts Council released the book. And Mr. Lieutenant. Esan got the first copy. 
Great honour to me, as I delivered my speech of thanks to all. 






 Abundance

Oh !
Morning speaks aloud
About the large grain sac
Of the sparrows in their stomachs
Green meadows and grazing cows
Mowed and said,
‘They fill their stomachs
Till they puffed full’

Indeed !
Evening heard the prayers
Of the sparrows to have much bigger
Grain sac for tomorrow’s
Fill 


Yes, Yet to be filled.. 
My journey in Indian Writing in English had started. Long way to go. 
Next one is English short story collection by me. 

You can get the book in flipkart.
Here is the link..  























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