Arockiyam, My Driver.

Born to parents
well-educated and situated,
I had the best of all,

except orthodoxy, but discipline
overwhelmed my formative years.

Arockiyam, our old driver
would drive through the busy roads,
negotiate the heavy traffic and
take me safely to school in the mornings
to the music master’s house in the afternoons
to the dance class in the evenings.

He monitored every move of mine
reported my mistakes
to my mother. Discreetly would say,
“amma, correct thangachi.”

My enraged mother
once gave me a good spanking
Arockiyam came to my rescue,
carried me away, wiped my tears
and pacified me gently.

I cursed Arockiyam
shouted at him
‘Go to hell! go and die.’

When I remember the old
man and his care,
I recall my curse, too
and silently, as if in prayer,
I cry.



Heard and Felt.

A cry heard

could be from a herd

never to be deferred.


An ache felt

could be from the  belt

always to be dealt.


An illness might be

due to a fall as be

unmanageable indeed.



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Why Does The Newborn cry?

The baby cries

soon as it is born

perhaps it is a dawn

the peace is gone

nine months inside  the womb

cosy and comfortable

now into the world of gloom

ugly and terrible

the rotation of the  baby

on her own axis

made her smile like a Barbie

the doll in practise

a lovely one fashionable

now into the world of reality

she has to turn reasonable

as the people around are guilty

hurl stones at each other

throw looks of spite and jealousy\

easily inflict on one another

though with a semblance  of ingenuity

that be the world the baby has to face

that be the place where she has to live

has to negotiate with the nuances in a chase

lest  she would not be able to thrive.

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The Hit

It be a dash straight on the wall
hitting the forehead
that rising into a bulge
devastating moment it was
with the toddler crying with pain
the parents knowing not what do
shattered by the sobs of the kid
placing ice pack on the hit
the child crying even more
what a pain the poor one would have felt!
with tears rolling down his cheeks
sobbing intermittently for full twenty minutes
the sister standing aghast with a shock
looking at her brother crying loudly.
the entire household became paralysed
To everyone’s astonishment
the little boy walked towards his toys
Well! that be the way all kids behave
withtoddler the grown ups still being into the strike and dash.


The First Cry Of Life

A baby being born

a new life is switched on

there be a cry lasting long

that be the sign of life with a belong.

The cry otherwise not heard

signals a consequence dire in the stead

that be not everything alright

there be an anomaly in sight.

Crying turns out to be a significance

which ordinarily calls for a weakness

that reflecting a sadness and apprehension

being an outcome of strain and tension.

The baby’s first cry spreads joy

the mother looking at the boy

beaming with pride and achievement

that of begetting a child with nourishment.

The baby then sleeps cosily

attended to with great care and easily

as the timely feeds by the mother

proves sufficient appeasing his hunger.

The first cry being really important

as the sound becoming pertinent

representing the evolution of life

also implying the boy’s future strife.

first cry


Man Cries All Through

A man is crying foul

for what I know not?

crying so harsh and loud

why I know not?

crying out that everything has gone

how I know not?

Lo! the poor man is crying all through.


With his cry spreading through

he going and talking to all

that he has lost everything

that be his way through .

poor man ,he being let down

he being ejected by his kith

has now lost his mind.


He ,who shouted that he is the greatest

now is feeling lonely at the latest

a creation of his own mind

that previous one of being smart

the recent one of losing everything

there goes his pride before a fall

a man now no more tall.cryingMan


Off To School

I know a little girl
who never cried going to school.
It is quite unusual, I believe
as I had three boys
who brought the roof down
while they first left for school
They cried and wept
groaned and shouted
banging the floor
refusing to get into the car.
The drive was so unpleasant
with sobs and whimper
finally the drop in school
being the worst
as I have to drag them inside.
Well, that was decades back.
This little girl goes happily
returns home with the same happiness
enjoying every thing there
feeling very independent and not scared
while being resolute in her demands
and definite in her movements ready for school
she celebrates each day with cheer
a different set and mould in the offing.


Live For You

She was crying all the more.
She broke into sobs now and then evermore.
She wept and wailed beating her heart in pain
Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks like a train.
Her face became red and swollen.
None could comfort her
None wished to go near her.
Her feelings were so intense .
Somewhere down the house
there came a womanvoice in a whisper
Ma, ma, called the little one in best temper.
She stood dazed for a while remaining wild
Ran to get hold of her child
Holding him tight she said
I would live for you my child.


The Cries- Haiku.

The child cries
Knowing not what to do
mother cries too.

Both crying aloud
at top of their voice
throats gecrying-babyt stuck.

With broken voice
both could not cry more
They keep quiet

Their voice lost
both fall asleep in exertion
The cries cease


A Cry and After.

Hop hop went the little girl
Top top went she in her style.
Flop flop she fell down miserably
crying with a ha and a ho
she brought the roof down
with a loud cry and a