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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalG.Malayaparampil(Gabrial Malayaparampil Joseph) was born on 2nd June 1964 as the 4th son of Joseph Malayaparampil and Annakkutty at Anachal, a village in Kerala state-India. Education:- post-graduation from the University of Kerala, Dip. in Alt. Medicine. As a talented product designer, he worked with several MNCs in New Delhi. He has written several English and Malayalam poems, published in Magazines and books. His English poems have been published in the UK by The International Library of Poetry in Anthologies like Jewels of The Imaginations, The Star laden Sky etc and was awarded Editor's CRead More...
G.Malayaparampil(Gabrial Malayaparampil Joseph) was born on 2nd June 1964 as the 4th son of Joseph Malayaparampil and Annakkutty at Anachal, a village in Kerala state-India. Education:- post-graduation from the University of Kerala, Dip. in Alt. Medicine. As a talented product designer, he worked with several MNCs in New Delhi. He has written several English and Malayalam poems, published in Magazines and books. His English poems have been published in the UK by The International Library of Poetry in Anthologies like Jewels of The Imaginations, The Star laden Sky etc and was awarded Editor's Choice Award in 1997 (poem: A lamentation On Nabodiah), The honoured Poets of 1998 ( poem: Hail Solitariness) and he was selected to the group 'The best poems and poets of the Millennium' in 2001 by The International Poets Association-USA.
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In 'The second Paradise', the poet G.Malayaparambil ventures out to the world around him and anchors firmly on the inner self with these soul-searching verses, rooted in our cultural and religious ethos. I wish him success.
D. PRADEEP KUMAR. Head of the programme, ALL INDIA RADIO (FM) Manjeri, Kerala
Poetry as always people say, "is the sp
In 'The second Paradise', the poet G.Malayaparambil ventures out to the world around him and anchors firmly on the inner self with these soul-searching verses, rooted in our cultural and religious ethos. I wish him success.
D. PRADEEP KUMAR. Head of the programme, ALL INDIA RADIO (FM) Manjeri, Kerala
Poetry as always people say, "is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings". Collection of sixteen poems beautifully illustrates mixed emotions of love, joy, sadness, kindness and empathy, which blended harmoniously in the lap of nature. The Second Paradise is worth reading for anyone, which can easily connect to their thoughts and emotions. An exceptional piece of work more like a learning material which has its reference columns to facilitate reading. Hope sincerely, ’The Second Paradise’ would take its readers to the paradise of exhilarating elation. All the best.
SALINI PALLICKAL, Principal, EASTERN NEWTON SCHOOL, Adimali. Kerala.
A classic collection of 10 poems written by poet G.Malayaparampil , no doubt, will lead you to a very different world...sometimes even to 18th century . '' Adorned with lilies chariot thine thither: Behold! on her couch conception inside. And soft fingers her veil a slide and slide:
A classic collection of 10 poems written by poet G.Malayaparampil , no doubt, will lead you to a very different world...sometimes even to 18th century . '' Adorned with lilies chariot thine thither: Behold! on her couch conception inside. And soft fingers her veil a slide and slide: Beckons poet thou go enjoy and mind fill" These lines in the poem "Hail Solitariness" leads you even to the world of Keats. Read another one in "Two Unseen Pearls" when the girl threw a coin into the bowl of the leper boy, the coin first fell in bowl and then in sand. Read what poets says:- "Sweet was the tone the bowl inside; While the coin ,yea sang and played. Malignant fate Oh! stretched her hand; And pulled the coin in silver sand."
The Giant And The Tiniest The giant, at night, Oh! Soon appeared; And stood he before a boy, tired. Begged for water, his thirst, to quench; Folding his hands and sat on a bench. Ching Yan, the thin naughty smiled; And an old cup of water, he filled. Looking at his face asked the giant; "What should Read More...
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