Sunday, August 29, 2021

Micropoems by Balachandran Nair

Home
Left or left in a Home out of hunger
In young age is called Orphanage.
Left or left in a Home out of neglect
In old age is called Old Age Home!
Scent
One day quarrel is 
one percent of love lost
That rendered me speechless 
for two days.
How much days will it 
take to talk it out
Remaining ninety nine 
percentage of love!
Leave
I left home 
after a tongue fight and bark
Rounded the house 
twice and came back
She left home 
after a silly ego fight, crying
I searched for her 
the whole life in vain.
Quote
Wear a coat that 
suit your boot
Wear not a boot that 
hurt your brain
Live with the wife 
who know your worth
Leave the Other
who pocket your wealth!
© Balachandran Nair
Kerala, India


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