A poem about man's greed and his need to think only for himself.
A poem on the Common Man of India, and how he is frozen in time and space.
No woman willingly becomes a prostitute. It is the conditions and societal deceit that make her so. The poem expresses the agony and pain in her silence and her realization of her fate and the truth, as she undergoes the constant violation
Here's a short poem on the deteriorating health of India's mission health. Kannan G analyses the situation.
Reminiscences stuffed into frayed pockets, she walked, in no particular direction, going as far as house waste goes, In search of a treasure trove of stinking landfills.