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Friday, 2 May 2014
Avyayam- dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath- 2-5-2014
1. Avyayam- dr.k.g.balakrishnan
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Mom, prospect thine,
The Intuit intimate mine;
The sterling sparkling fine,
Virtuous noble colorless shine.
Soothing wave of the Ganga;
Fragrance noble care nearing;
The note tranquilizing, the Sreeraga;
The ecstatic breezing conjuring.
The smile, ever-haunting;
As the blossoming Spring;
Twinkling to be the Spell;
Being nothing, still an' nil.
Gone the yesterdays;
Dawning the morning rays;
The golden light is toning nice;
My lips hymning thy symphonic
Rhythmic magnetic rhymes.
Mom, the eternal silence thine,
Is the Beauty Absolute of mine;
The song of this tiny quantum time
Is sweet, sweeter the sweet most prime.
You the dream true pulsing in me;
You the drop of hope
For my thirstiness.
A thousand candles illuminating;
The brilliance blazing glittering;
The wheel wheeling;
But lengthening;
To the unending lightning, thundering;
The magic realism;
The Full-Nil Swing!
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2-5-2014.
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(Nascent Poetry. dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath.
Globally read Indian Author. For details:
Google dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath books)
1. Avyayam- dr.k.g.balakrishnan
========================
Mom, prospect thine,
The Intuit intimate mine;
The sterling sparkling fine,
Virtuous noble colorless shine.
Soothing wave of the Ganga;
Fragrance noble care nearing;
The note tranquilizing, the Sreeraga;
The ecstatic breezing conjuring.
The smile, ever-haunting;
As the blossoming Spring;
Twinkling to be the Spell;
Being nothing, still an' nil.
Gone the yesterdays;
Dawning the morning rays;
The golden light is toning nice;
My lips hymning thy symphonic
Rhythmic magnetic rhymes.
Mom, the eternal silence thine,
Is the Beauty Absolute of mine;
The song of this tiny quantum time
Is sweet, sweeter the sweet most prime.
You the dream true pulsing in me;
You the drop of hope
For my thirstiness.
A thousand candles illuminating;
The brilliance blazing glittering;
The wheel wheeling;
But lengthening;
To the unending lightning, thundering;
The magic realism;
The Full-Nil Swing!
============================
2-5-2014.
=============================
(Nascent Poetry. dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath.
Globally read Indian Author. For details:
Google dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath books)
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