( Famous works : Swargathileykkula Padikal. Kavithakal]
Every new friend,
It's a new discovery.
That's my realisation.
Like lizards, a few.
A few like tortoise,
Pulling the head back in time.
Few like Brutus.
Few like Judas.
And a few like drums.
A few of them are asking
If there is any news today.
Some of them stated,
They can create any news for tomorrow.
That's the poetry of the news.
Not my style to turn
Violence into peace
and peace into pieces of violence.
A translation is enough
To do that dirty job.
Singing Kamaruddin.
Not Kulfi. But Kufiya.
Not the apple of Kashmir.
A poem to become the pillow,
To find a mellow solace.
My poetry is the philosopher's stone,
Like the eggs of the birds,
Waiting to open the cage.
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