[Poet Ashokan, who comes from my place, has published 5 books. Parethante Melvilasam, Nolaav Swapnagalkk Kannezhuhumbol, Mazha Murichu Kadakkunn Veyil, Puzha Chaadiyoru Kadal Mazha Nanajaaksham Kayarunnu, Makaram manjinodum kaattinodum paranjathu.]
Ashokan worked in the diamond industry for a long time. I have included poems by most of the poets who surprised me. Ashokan will surprise those poets, too.
Let me write about him in two lines first. Then using his lines.
1
By polishing the diamond stones,
Became the diamond of poetry.
2
Starting with the departed man's address,
Scattered the diamonds in Puthoor.
While moonlight draws eyelashes to dreams,
The sunlight that crosses the rain,
The ocean that hopped the river,
Drenched in rain to climb the blue sky.
What December sings to snow,
To the cool breeze,
Was poetry.
Ashoka the poet.
The emperor.
Life cycle of a poet.
Life is the poet.
Ashokan is the poem.
The name of this book was decided after writing this poem. I respect poet Ashokan, the way words flow like a river, including the world in the river. My neighbouring river.
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