Somewhere In Some Desolate Corner..
somewhere in some desolate corner
crouching on the shores of mind
someone may await daily my poems
with an undying passion
and as a curing touch on wearied heart -
for that one i write in endless streams
whose name, sex, face and voice,
nothing i am aware of-
may be a thousand years hence-
to that expectant one i dedicate my poem-
my heart would throb with that soul
my vibrations would merge in perfect harmony
winging past gladly the sweat of centuries.
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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