Friday, December 28, 2012

kuvempu's koppali

A poet born in wilderness
in remote rustic village
in the only house
that lies on foothills
with open arms
embracing the mountains
and a little hillock beside,
a poets seat

He would sit there
on top of hillock
wonder and meditate
compose and deliberate
on human values
and dying society

from his study
the sun would sink
into the mountains
leaving a red orange trail
across the skies

in the silence
on the hillock
many a melodies
will find the words
as he let them flow

volumes of poems
some plays and few novels
some brief and some epics
typical of malnad

a literary giant
on feeble feet
graced the planet
and left a trail
of words


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