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கேள்வி - Page 163

The Question



















Waking up in the morning
the squirrel that prances for a hunt
where does it sleep at nights
on the flower branch bed or
on the riverbed slope
or on the square circle angled alleys and pontus
For sure they will be in hundreds
these squirrels
are not one with their childish faces
with their child like hands
they enjoy and eat
this
About what do they dream of
apart from food and sleep

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  1. அய்யோடா என்ன ஒரு கவிதை. யோவ் ஆத்மாநாம். அணில் பிடிக்காத ஆள் உண்டா, ஆனால் இவருக்கு அணில் பிடித்ததோடு அதன் உறைவிடம் பற்றிய கவலை!! ஹும்ம் லவ் யூ ஆத்மாநாம்

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