Author A. K. Ramanujan Ainkurunuru, 142ÔÇô145 Our man of the seashore where the waves reach and shake the big branches of the small-leaved tigerclaw tree has cleared once for all the pallor of our lovesick girl. 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