Co Coo

Crowed the cock

And my poor heart missed a beat

That the sword of morning came down

To cut me off from my lover

Twined in my arms.

Disclaimer: Taken from The Interior Landscape: Classical Tamil Love Poems by AK Ramanujam published by New York  Review Books.

We all carry some damages inside,
Sometimes our spirit paralysed,
Sometimes our soul crushed
Sometimes our wings clipped
But it is not the damages that make us.
It is how like dust we rise,
How we find new wings,
How we strengthen the spirit
the way we deepen our soul.
That takes us through
the often tumultous
mostly wonderful
journey called