Moon in the coconut

But those dearest who are dead
Have large beauty eyes in faces.

A father’s sons are eye’s apples
But son’s fathers are eye coins?

House was leaning on coconut
Through a son’s growing years.

Can son not hold pretty moon
In a bent coconut frond to sky?

(On reading a beautiful poem “Obituary” by A.K.Ramanujan)

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