Vaaykkari****
When the expressions
of seasonal variances
pour down as rain and
when it end,
your footprints remain and
it become a hot sensation
in my mind!
The two wheeled vehicle
Is there
without a quadruped to pull
And below it in the lantern
where pains boil
and burn
and in that blaze
your face will be with me.
When the star-like eyes
which you need no longer
will look for the paths of darkness
the last offering of rice
to an incomplete sinful existence
will dry up!
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****offering of rice in the mouth of dead body
before cremating it, as a ritual in India
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