LONG LIVE TIRUVALLUVAR

Even birds dropped sitting on the
Tolerant shoulders of these bronzes
Who once voted them to power.
The five-year wait will end in
A renovation and more intense
Blood-curdling sermons and arousals
About his literary-political importance
And then after a while, yet another wait.

C.DEEPESH


WOUNDED INDIA

India is bleeding, yes, with the blood of the youth,
Who fall like pawns in the cruel chess game.
They boil, they burn, they exude dangerous passion
And fight for what the players stand for.
The players calculate, coldly, with arithmetic accuracy
And on the field, the game unfolds, move by move.
There is no checkmate here, there’re no loopholes.
Brothers send their kin to the Gestapo
And forget their dim identities.
They fall into the moulds prepared for them.
The players sit with square faces across
Round tables and they don’t even mourn.
India burns because of these foolish youth.

C.DEEPESH