My Poems

This page contains my poems. A poem is more than mere words.Writing a poem is a mystic experience taking the poet into an unknown realm within him.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

My son

From deep within the earth
rose a creature
with the thirst for blood
and devoid of mercy.
Oh! We prayed to Her!
Have benevolence
And destroy it.
She said, ”He is also my son “.
One by one mauling everything
in its path, it held sway all over.
The earth shook with violent fury
As she destroyed the creature.
She said-
with tears in her eyes
and a divine smile
“ It was my son”.
Posted by Karthik Sankar at 3:44 AM

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