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സ്വന്തമായി ഞാനെന്നും കരുതിയതെല്ലാം,
എന്‍ പിന്‍ വിളികള്‍ക്കു കാതോര്‍ക്കാതങ്ങ്‌ അകന്നു പോയി.
മൂകമാം ഈ സന്ധ്യയില്‍ ഞാന്‍ ഒരു
ചെറുപുഷ്പ്പം പോല്‍ വാടി നില്‍ക്കെ,
ദൂരെ ആ സാഗരം പാടും ഒരു ഗാനം
കാറ്റായി എന്നെ സ്പര്‍ശിക്കവെ..
എന്‍ ഉള്‍കണ്ണൂ കണ്ടു ആ സത്യത്തെ..
ഒന്നും ആരുടെയും സ്വന്തമല്ല,
എല്ലാം മനുഷ്യഹ്രുദയത്തിണ്റ്റെ ചാഞ്ജാട്ടം മാത്രം.

എന്നു "സ്വന്തം",
രാഹുല്‍ എസ്‌. നായര്‍

Comments

  1. കരീം മാഷ്‌Saturday, October 27, 2007 10:14:00 pm

    ഒരു സഫലമാകാത്ത പ്രണയമോര്‍മ്മിപ്പിക്കുന്ന കൊച്ചു കവിത.
    ന്നന്നായി.
    ഇനിയും എഴുതുക.

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  2. UnknownMonday, October 29, 2007 12:56:00 pm

    nice da...but why r ll ur poems so senti??

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  3. Rahul NairMonday, November 05, 2007 11:53:00 am

    senti aanallo ellavakkum elluppam varunna vikaaram..
    njan senti maathramalla vereyum ezhuthiyittundu... :(

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