Poems By Vinod Natesan

Prose written to a rhythm would need no rhyme but certainly a reason. From a lonely beggar who died and whose body was left unclaimed, the monsoons and beautiful women, they were all reasons enough to fly, not charrioted by bacchus but on the viewless wings of poesy as Keats once wrote . Posted below are my attempts at poetry or blank verse.
The Afternoon Despatch &Courier published "Beggar at the Railway Gate" in 2001.