poem-Damsels of Kuttanad
Damsels of Kuttanad
Damsels of Kuttanad
Never outruns girlhood.
Like a lake that stirs in gentle breeze,
Dreams prevail in their eyes.
Small riverfishes in the
Undefiled water of the brook
Becomes stars,
At the sight of these bashfulmaids,
Still blushing.
Though clad in flowing skirts and
Graceful churidars.
Starry eyed waterlilies stands flushed
At the tinkling of their anklets.
Music of blackened shadows
From their untied hair
Sweeps thro' the tender earth.
And the sky unfolds further wide.....wide,
At the sight of the buttery richness
Of their delicate bosom.
education
Education has become a valuable commodity in the
society.If the status is like this ,what will be the fate
of the young who hails from ordinary homes who aspire
for a better future?
love
Love is political as well as poetical.It writes both
in hell and heaven.
sports
Is our traditiional sports dying? I think so,must do
something to it.