Dr Cheran Rudhramoorthy is a renowned Tamil poet. Born in Jaffna, Northern Sri Lanka, growing up through a Civil War, Cheran now works as a Professor at the University of Windsor, in Canada.
This word comes as the voice of the well; A thousand children— A hundred artists, drunk, lost their way— those who fell while crossing over the woven coconut fence, clandestinely, in the ecstasy of desire— I know the chapter of
This poem cannot be finished off writing, this song not ended, thirst not quenched; Every memory refuses to be effaced, every plot declines to produce, every face is reluctant to endure. A dream unwilling to dissolve, lingers forever– although I
To not sing about the afternoon Is impossible. The one wandering the desert, his voice wringing with grief, is not the singer— in his path, marble tears of sunlight and patti flowers; The nectar’d voice from the mosque that calls one