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Translated by  A K Abdul Majeed

Hollow V M Aravindhakshan   Struggled hard to climb Up the fox hill  Just to see the fox  In flesh and blood. Heard that it was  The head-quarters of Foxes once.  Till I reached the top I thought that   No trace of musky odor Of the fox would be there Even for medicament. The ocean of foxes Made me wonder stuck. Never did I glance  So cunningly. Hardly ever jumbed for grapes. Why! Never traveled In a fox wagon. However how quickly They Made me one of them!  Began to howl thereafter. Came to know the  Sheer absurdity of the  Man made fox tales.  It was.....

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Mini Narendran

Come walk with me, for the path cares not, the age of your feet. Look at the butterflies on petals, their silence does not care, the language you speak. Listen to the orchestra of birds, they sing with sincerity, care not if you follow God. See how the trees stand so tall, their mature branches care not, about your wallet's wealth.   Feel tiny raindrops kiss your face, their refreshing mercy cares not, for the vibrant colour of your skin.   Let's bathe in calm waves, for their ripples care not, if you are a boy or a girl.   Relax in the glory of the sun, it's warm ray.....

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Mini narendran

As each star comes out to shine As the wind rustles across the land As the moonlight sweeps across the room I'm thinking of you.   When the sun burns its morning greeting When the birds chirp and swoop through the sky When the leaves of the trees dance through the air I'm thinking of you.   During the haze of late afternoon sun During the smooth swirl and flow of the clouds across the sky During the fade of the bustling day I'm thinking of you.   While the twilight shadows begin to fall While the evening air begins to chill While the cuckoos  begin their sweet evening chorus I'm thinking of you......

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Mini narendran

Whenever it rains, I feel so free Free as a bird, rain is my life Washing away my troubles Quenching my sun baked soul While others rush for cover I stroll among the empty streets The rain dancing upon my lips Looking up at the gray clouds   Whenever I am sad The rain hides my tears, And soothes me with The fresh clean air The soft pitter-patter on my window Lulls me to sleep as it sings its lullaby I let out a sigh As I wave goodbye To the departing clouds.  Yes I wave my hands To my love...sweet love That soothes me as melodious   rhythm  of raindrops......

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