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ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 3

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trees in ootty garden


Title of this poem is not “Ants”Thoughtitled‘Ants’, this poetic peicedoesn’t have either a life of its own nor any halo around itSans any vain imageries of eitherseparation or griefants are breaking allpoetic rulesThis poem is an escape from historywithout any nostalgia, neither sublimitynor the flow ofPapanasiniUnable to withstand the sense and senselessnessthe ants are creepingamong these verses;Without the least faith in lyricismthe ants are searching for poetic impulsesoutside the walls of lyricsThe symbols in this poem are nothing but pieces of life oft used and discardedby contemporariesThe smell of silence is akin to that of thefrozen bodies in a government hospitalThere was sensuous mourns of prostitutioninside a taxi carThere was the lament of the dropouts pasted on thewalls of the police stationUltra modernlusty obesity of the female mass was in waitIn the condensed darkness of thetransport bus standThe solitude of the corrodedbodies of a dog lie…

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 3

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trees in ootty garden


Title of this poem is not “Ants”Thoughtitled‘Ants’, this poetic peicedoesn’t have either a life of its own nor any halo around itSans any vain imageries of eitherseparation or griefants are breaking allpoetic rulesThis poem is an escape from historywithout any nostalgia, neither sublimitynor the flow ofPapanasiniUnable to withstand the sense and senselessnessthe ants are creepingamong these verses;Without the least faith in lyricismthe ants are searching for poetic impulsesoutside the walls of lyricsThe symbols in this poem are nothing but pieces of life oft used and discardedby contemporariesThe smell of silence is akin to that of thefrozen bodies in a government hospitalThere was sensuous mourns of prostitutioninside a taxi carThere was the lament of the dropouts pasted on thewalls of the police stationUltra modernlusty obesity of the female mass was in waitIn the condensed darkness of thetransport bus standThe solitude of the corrodedbodies of a dog lie…

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 3

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trees in ootty garden


Title of this poem is not “Ants”Thoughtitled‘Ants’, this poetic peicedoesn’t have either a life of its own nor any halo around itSans any vain imageries of eitherseparation or griefants are breaking allpoetic rulesThis poem is an escape from historywithout any nostalgia, neither sublimitynor the flow ofPapanasiniUnable to withstand the sense and senselessnessthe ants are creepingamong these verses;Without the least faith in lyricismthe ants are searching for poetic impulsesoutside the walls of lyricsThe symbols in this poem are nothing but pieces of life oft used and discardedby contemporariesThe smell of silence is akin to that of thefrozen bodies in a government hospitalThere was sensuous mourns of prostitutioninside a taxi carThere was the lament of the dropouts pasted on thewalls of the police stationUltra modernlusty obesity of the female mass was in waitIn the condensed darkness of thetransport bus standThe solitude of the corrodedbodies of a dog lie…

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 2

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ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 2

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ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 2

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