Author A. K. Ramanujan Kuruntokai 131 Her arms have the beauty of a gently moving bamboo. Her large eyes are full of peace. She is faraway, her place not easy to reach. My heart is frantic with haste, a plowman with a single plow on land all wet and ready for seed. 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