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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