P Bhaskaran (1924-2007)

[Work: - Collection of P. Bhaskaran's works]

The blooming wisdom,

Soothing bird of wounds.

Flying in the blue sky.

Poetry of wounds,

Hidden in the strings of the sword.

And hidden in the Roaring pen.

In Villaali, became,

The power of the bow.

Roaring of Vayalar-

Risen like the sun.

When the pen moved 

In thoughts of revolt,

Even the dead have risen from dust.

When the pen moved 

In thoughts of revolt,

Even the dead have risen from dust.

Transpiring the stones into 

Softness of heart,

Even the heart into stones.

Essence of love arrived-

In budding petals,

The romantic songs.

Arrived in the 

Petals of lotus.

In the nights of winter,

Like a moonlight,

Came as wings of birds,

In the yesteryears,

You came as a charming-

Song, hidden in the pitch-

Of the golden flute.