Friday 5 May 2023

1 Poem by K. S. Subramanian

Forest brook

Green blossoms droop in the blaze.

Does the pitiless sun drain them of

all hope with its scorching rays?

They quake in repressed agony.

The aroma of asphalt slowly moving

In to suck the sap;

Trees, stately and daring the skies

bear an uncanny fear in their hearts;

Even their shadows appear mortal!

They harbor an unexpressed message -

manifold flora has lost its scent.

The brook gurgles quietly below.

The ambience of silence a roaring

curse on the day when it will be
a static sewage.


K.S.Subramanian, India has published two volumes of poetry titled Ragpickers and Treading on Gnarled Sand through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. His poem “Dreams” won the cash award in Asian Age, a daily published from New Delhi. He has been featured in, run by Central Institute of Indian Languages, Hyderabad, India. His poems have also appeared in magazines, anthologies and web sites run at home and abroad. His short stories have appeared in, Setumag, Tuck magazine,, and He is a retd. senior Asst.Editor from The Hindu, India.

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