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MY POEMS

1) you are dumbs
at my dawns
oh my beloved
chanticleers .



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2) A swaysing walk
under the
tall primrose trees
on the green bank
without body .


















3) Relish the mango
pl release the
worm

ADAM'S MOTHER FEED

Love is a smart war
in which
the both opponents
surrender each other

is a cash book
having
double side entry
of credit only

is a secret camp
in which
they hide
with in each other

and
it is the mother's feed
of Adam.

THE FORMAT

Name                                                     
Male / Female                              
Date of birth                                     
Qualification                                     
Religion                                              
Caste                                                     
whether Depressed?          
If yes
when ? by whom ?                   




(Written by me in 1980)

SIGN OF RAIN

THANGAM MOORTHY'S HAIKU POEMS

0  You blew into my eyes
    The dust flew off
    You blew in .

0   If the eyeless beg
     In the street
     We are blind .





0  The first rose of spring
     Bloomed for deity or beauty ?
    The earth claims her own

0   Black will  reign
     Today at dusk
     Tomorrow in Africa..

0  House burn
    In violence
    Castes become the phoenix

0  Scribbles all over the walls
    Fond creations
    Of childish fancy.

0  Birds chirp
    A  clear message
    Men blabber.

0  Ants shun
    This flour
    It is elephant design

0  Like stubborn cob -webs
    Your memories
    Baffle all scrubs

0  Cattle grazing
    Too tough
    well go to school.

Tamil original and English version: THANGAM MOORTHY 

A Song of Taps

Tamil original : R.Thanikkodi
In English       : Panneerselvan athiba

Tun tun tana tun drums of taps
It breaks the doors and jails of slaves
It turns the fire of crematorium
It finishes the tale of Format-orium
                               (  tun tun  )
The nerves of anger's heritage tights
It breaks the tradition beats by beats
The valcona blasts in eyebrow's fire
Our hands will take the rights of higher
                             (      tun tun )
Lord Siva's fore eye burns trihills
The songs of Taps will fire eight sides
It tears the names of God's disciples
Nation 'll read the vedas of Harijans
                           (      tun tun )
The Aryan folk play cheats with praise
The depressed folk play makes sunrise
Our thoughts 'll destroy the dividing lines
The Nandhan's air will stop their  lights
                             (      tun tun )

THE CREMATER

Tamil original  : R. THANIKKODI
In English       : PANNEERSELVAN ATHIBA


 Either burial or cremation  I am the doer,
 when  I do help to deload the body
 the 'ambalathar 'warns me in a harmful voice
 not to touch

 The same happened that day
 when I put the cane basket
 on the body of the half-leg Gounder
 to collect the rice poured ,
 somebody relegated me
 with the words suspected
 the physic virtue of my mother

 When I request  to raise  the cremating wage
 'Konar' says to do  the commercial sex broking
 to earn more

 What to do : What to do ?
  Up to the time
  when my son .studying with free uniform
  becomes a person with self reliance
  I should fire these bodies badly smelt
  with a firing stomach!

  Belongs to none , badly smelt
  are fired as the caste,
  but the caste is not fired:
  Nothing happens in the height
  of the persons
  firing the human lives
  Even the area of depressed
  ignores the cremater.

  Of the Lord Siva
  and of the Hanuman
  who can justify
  the trial with the fire.

   Should we fire the lives
   to get the life ?
   Should we ash the things
   to obtain the Dharma?