June 22-28, 2009: C.P. Aboobacker and Pradeep Kumar


week of June 22-28, 2009: 

C.P Aboobacker and Pradeep Kumar

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C.P Aboobacker
cpaboobacker@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

C.P Aboobacker, earlier four times poet of the week, Poetry Super Highway; born 1945, retired as professor of history Now member, Calicut University syndicate, Work allying with the communist movement Founding member of the SFI Was active in teachers movement Published 23 books, five anthologies of malayalam poetry, two english, three collections of essays, and the rest translations from history and literature and politics.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by C.P Aboobacker and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Blind

If you are born blind,
Remain blind
The world is an ugly phenomenon

You have milky ways in your eyes
Numberless, my child,
You have garlanded yourself
With umpteen colours invisible

You are lucky
Not to see the bloodshed
Around in the neighbourhoods
Smelling caramel and milk,
Darling, you are fortunate
Not to view men eating men
And women eating women

Love has no parallel
Child,
Love is a very selfish thought
You cry loud
And see naught
Because the Creator willed it
That way

Nonsense, says my brethren
Why must he will that way?

There is at least one
That escapes
The sights of slaughter
And the heat of explosions

Your eyes are filed with milk
Vision the beauties
Innocent as they are
You smell good or bad
And avoid seeing
What is not to be seen

Pradeep Kumar
deepsctm@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Mr.Pradeep Kumar is a lecturer with Sur college, Sur, Sultanate of Oman.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Pradeep Kumar and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Parting….

Parting was the end The second’s needle is still
It’s a pain…
Pain of unnamed monk;
Who couldn’t fetch the holy
I lost a petal of rose;
In the valley of frozen dreams
Travelled along time;
Saw the tides going beyond
Rapport was immense
Met many on the rotten street
Stones with smiles and tears;
Said stories of life
Lasting trials and strife
Heard together; and together
The valley is receding now Me as well…
The wind goes beyond the hills
And says my eyes are wet…