Survival

 Survival



In the melting summer, I stood as shade,  
Amid the blazing heat, my eyes unmoistened;  
When the heart’s blood built a towering monument,  
You hurled stones, mocking me.  

Wounded bird sings solitary songs,  
Turning into nectar in another’s ears;  
Erasing the lines of curse with love,  
The tireless journey of my pen.  

A distant land blossoms with reverence,  
The radiance of knowledge spreads through my chest;  
Among the thickets that clip the wings,  
My imagination-filled poem soars to the sky.  

G.R. Kaviyoor  
09 02 2026  
(Toronto, Canada)


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