Madhavikkutty-Kamala Suraiya (1934-2009)

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Anonymous said…
Her poetry has opened real scopes for feminist-authentic poetry in all Indian laguages. Salutations to Kamla Sauriya !
8:53 PM, June 10, 2009
rajbir said…
Kisan Gargh Forest

Beneath the roaring sky



sitting there

looking at the forest illusory



your eyes reflect upon





the circumscribed wilderness --



perpetual presence and absence

of cuckoos

clamorous monkeys and birds



decamping signs of peace

and violence --



familiar to its archetypes



yet a greenery of its own

flowers

thorns and bushes



also a defoliating air around





exposing its own density and depth



surviving the jaws of municipal planning



entrenched in the mist

and mystery of imagination

like the unpunctuated revelations of our souls

it stands there

in the metropolis of desires
4:12 AM, June 18, 2009
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