- Dwarakaithalaivan
The giant sculptures of desert
Get vanished
By the change in direction
Of the wind.
Camels can’t swim
Though they carry a
Pond with them.
Sand dunes
Seem to imitate hills
While taking new shapes.
Their scorns will fall along the
Sliding sand.
Fingers of knowledge
Figure out nothing
With the sand particles of
Dry thoughts.
An ocean of knowledge
Has everything in heaps
Except the reason.
Many a time it is painted
On the screen of mirage.
People debate and
Dust off books
To start sand storm…
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Thought provoking. Very interesting.
Safiyyah, UK
Sep 13, 2012
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I really liked your insightful poem Mr. Dwarakaithalaivan. I especially liked the concluding lines:
People debate and
Dust off books
To start sand storm…
Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, India
Sep 13, 2012
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courtesy : Muse India - sep \ oct 2012 issue
