Vinayaka MoorthiA Dream of Eight Long YearsOff the ground, off the truth in a dream I was,Sep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017
Vinayaka MoorthiOf Alenope and A Sinful DeedYou know her attire, her long curly hair and smile,Sep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017
Vinayaka MoorthiTo My Talking PoetryOh, you call me ‘Man of song’ happy I am of that nameSep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017
Vinayaka MoorthiWe of song shall sing alongWhom should I complain of thy loss, orSep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017
Vinayaka MoorthiSeed of life I promise theeOh, Man of song, you still laments on thy lossSep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017
Vinayaka MoorthiWay it is to wake againMan’s hand is of magnificence, one that makesSep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017
Vinayaka MoorthiChild of three I call thee ‘Love’Know very much of the man who sings beneath the shadeSep 12, 2017Sep 12, 2017