Author A. K. Ramanujan Kuruntokai 203 He's not from some country beyond the hills, or from a town so far you can't see the trees. He lives so near I can't help but see him: yet he acts distant, like some holy sect close only to a god. There was a time when I was close to him. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments