iam thinking to
droppe all ths foolishness
and start to live practical.....
bcz
this early morning
i saw one a man Kunjikkannan
hanged himself
he was our family coconut tapper....
he was my friend .....
i amm recogenising
the pooor and innicent cant live in kerala...
their mind set fatigue
bcz of envirnmental destructions
and domminnance of middle class party culture......
wy ?
we had been boozed
and exchanged our sorrows each other
he named his son MOMAN.............
S THAT FLY AWAY
HS STATE OF MIND.....
i could nt keepp away my eys from hs body
bcz he hanged
on a branch of one mango tree
which we had playedin child hood
with tender and riped mangoes.................................
what s happening in life......
his smalll hut
surrounded by huge bunglows
as in a war cituation
in our village thiruvalloor.....................................................
it s true experience happend in early morning........................
morning.............................................................................
2 comments:
It is very sad about Kunjikannan.
How the new dveloping world has no place for innocent people like Kunjikannan.
But I don't agree with "drop" your "foolishness"
what you call "foolishness" is in fact, your sensitive mind.
the sensitive poetic mind which notices how a poor man's hut is suurrounded by the garishness of tall buildings.
The "foolishness" because of which a poet became friend of a poor man called -Kunjikannan.
long live this 'foolishness'
why is my comment on this poem not posted yet?
but
it's a good thing that this blog is having poems regularly posted again-
please keep it up!
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