<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Poet A.K.Ramanujan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No way I'm noted..<br>Perhaps behind him at the most farthest<br>Or just one foot up the poetry stairs..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bhuddist child of Hinduism<br>With his own ism of words<br>Interestingly I treasure-hunt repeatedly<br>On his obscure zone of meaning<br>And I slap my folly each time..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A stylish poet to word-wit<br>Even pain to be 'put into a white tunnel'<br>And death metaphorically..<br>The scorpion to burst its back<br>To give birth to multiple dying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poet<br>By a parable of five brahmans<br>Yet to declare 'No fifth man'<br>As for him'poetry too is a tigress<br>Except there's no fifth<br>Man left on a tree<br>When she takes your breath<br>Away'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poet<br>Whose mind can beg his hindu-body<br>To go with it'to rise in the sap of trees'<br>To 'feel the weight of the honey-hives<br>And the burlap weave of weaver-birds'<br>And<br>To my poems..<br>He inscribes his stony words and throw<br>For me to expiate my flaws<br>No way I'm noted<br>For he'll not look behind<br>But he can look down on me<br>For he's high in the skies<br>And me, just one foot up<br>The poetry stairs down<br>'I salute you sir'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Indira+Renganathan">Indira Renganathan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412166" data-title="On Poet A.K.Ramanujan de Indira Renganathan" data-description="No way I'm noted.. Perhaps behind him at the most farthest Or just one foot up the poetry stairs.. A bhuddist child of Hinduism With his own ism of words Interestingly I treasure-hunt repeatedly On his obscure zone of meaning And I slap my folly ..."></div> </div> </div>

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