Poems of Extreme Love

By Raman Mullippallam

The theme is a running vein all through the thirty-two poems, advocating international integration that breaks nationalism and calls it unwanted feeling for humanity. Globalization has not done away with national politics backed by power centers, which in turn is backed by money muscle. Vested interest lobbies use globalization only for economic supremacy of certain power groups, whereas in reality, there is economic cannibalism. This has been highlighted in the poems. Harsh reality is mirrored through poems, a medium soft in form but strong in its attack on social injustice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Aug 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482851267

Raman Mullippallam

The author/poet is a fifty-nine-year-old dropout from so-called radical movement who faced reverse discrimination for the fault of his birth in a redundant upper hierarchy. The crushed man ventilates his pain with love for humanity and wants national barriers broken.

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Poems

of Extreme Love

Raman Mullippallam

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Dedicated to:

The suffering refugees, the world over

displaced by globalization.

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I am the second coming, the kalki, the new Nabhi

Risen not from the ashes of fire

Nor from the waters of earth,

Nor from the clouds of the sky

From you I have arisen

From your awakening

That has been shut by

Narrow ways and broad hatred

Now opened by flood gates

Of blood, all blood, green,

Blue and