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Thursday, 11 August 2011
The Hero of Truth
Life is here a pungent breath
And it is betrayed by death
Counting down the time of breath
Appears on that evil death.
From the lowest count Zero
Came here the godly hero
He did breathe and come to life
Which he knew struggle and strife.
Fought unarmed alone for truth
And lived on it for its growth
Though the mob called him a clown
Never he let himself down.
Breathless did he fight forward
Paused to pray, a bullet flashed
The hero wailed, fell there hurt
Thought he,"Gone is man's kind heart".
He then strived for his breath
And started counting its length
He counted down to zero
World lost a truthful hero.
- Anu Chathuruthy.
Friday, 22 July 2011
Blossom
The fragrance once felt in every air I breathed
My search for it, I know, is greed.
They ofcourse preach to look for the new
But my eyes fail to see even a bloom with dew
Greys on my hair do shine like the dew on Heather
Waiting to see when all it will wither
Oh! tired are my feet for any venture
Scrumptious though are the results of adventure
Hence I dream a light every night in the dark
Gracious as it is that it never loses a spark
Atleast I have this dream to hold my hands
Even in the deepest of dungeons I know my lands
So here, my men, is my beloved oath
" I follow the light that leads my path"
That fragrance I knew is never to come back
But I hold it close to my heart, for my love, it will never lack.
- Anu Chathuruthy
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