Vadayakkandy Narayanan Poems

Our death is not the first one of its kind,
It's not our first death,
Many minor deaths happened before.
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Darkie noon meddled up with sky
Lonely hearts soaring up with eyes
Bits that swam by felt and sneered
Had not turned the pages filled
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In God's Own Country where beauty thrives,
A lady Dr. with dreams alive,
Her heart so pure, her spirit bright,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.
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In silent halls, where shadows play,
Loneliness creeps in, night and day.
A solitary figure, lost in space,
Searching for connection, a gentle face.
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