poem by m k harikumar
MistThe misty crest of Munnar melting apartin to clouds, sky and oceanIt becomes whiter and whiter resemblingthe ever-depressing sense of separationand gets toned down in showersIn the township, the mistis…
MistThe misty crest of Munnar melting apartin to clouds, sky and oceanIt becomes whiter and whiter resemblingthe ever-depressing sense of separationand gets toned down in showersIn the township, the mistis…
Have anybody seen me?In the splitting momentsI tried in vain to become a treeThe mind tree of my pasthave collapsed into piecesThe thought that I am not still alonerise from…
Flowers yellow, leaves greenThe poets were debating on the sequence of death;Who died first whether the poet or the poem?He stood there listening to the wailingsof both the poets and…