I can't swim
I can't swim..... Is this is the river, I can't swim..... Little waves in wind wavering as the coconut leaves..... So as the river moans,the sea is not faraway but can't reach..... Is this is the river, I can't swim.... The sky is not faraway from here,but can't reach.... Is this is the river, I can't swim.... Is that is the sea... I can't reach.... A white feather from the wings of a bird swirling in the sky, Above the river,now for farewell, And falls in the sea... The sea,sky ,river , not far away from me, But,I can't do... My little rented room has windows, One looking towards east and the other towards west... My dirty cot looking towards south ,nay towards south west .... So,I can't open the door because my legs and hands tied towards the door.... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India..
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