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Manu Mangattu

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Oct 29, 2017, 1:50:28 AM10/29/17
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Out of Place

I am your neighbour from nowhere land,

I am your cousin from listless Limbo.

Exiled from home, before you I stand

In a sad sky sans sun, clouds or rainbow

 

Battered and bruised, torn, lonely and forlorn,

Amid the alien corn, unwanted, unheeded;

Ah curse me, woe-begone, why yet was I born!

Motherless and homeless, as good as dead.

 

Yet I once had a father and a mother,

Who too were both homeless and landless.

Can fate be in-born and inherited, brother?

For me a wasteland even is bliss, no less.

 

No, I am no beggar brother, don't cast me out;

I too had dreams, to take root and sprout.


 

Manu Mangattu, India


— I'm an Assistant Professor in English hailing from Kerala, India. Born on 21st of December 1985, I imbibed my penchant for poetry and flair for writing from my parents. Currently I serve as a faculty in the Department of English at St George’s College Aruvithura. Besides translations into English from Chinese and Sanskrit, I write poetry both in English and Malayalam. Settled at Kottayam, India.

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