Question

Where is John by Balachandran Chullikkad

Answer 1

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Answer 2

Where is John or Evide John is a poem/song written and spoken by Balachandran Chullikkad.

• Where is john or Evide john (its original name) is a poem written by Balachandran Chullikkad to give tribute to the Bollywood's actor John Abraham.
• The poem goes like this-

Give you the peacock

O city, your electric arm. Fill

the cells with dust, without any dust

Metal boats of my angry youth docked in the harbor .

No, you do not wake up again; Yours

Chuna drink of neon spring-

Chen's cunning teen and water-

And the lyrical song of the guitar

Love dance

From now on, the sea of ​​sorrows is a sea of ​​turmoil

Trips are over, I'm looking for one!

In the scriptures he is called John, above -

He who has no address and no shadow is not hungry!

As the day draws to a close, sodium can

be poured .

Street, forms his river, broken

Structures solid flow;

My brass eyes searching the stream of troubled creatures, the

mad metaphor

life;

Genetic ladder with charcoal

Chemical messages.

House No. 20, same room, a

Only the candle

is

lit.

Mary is lying in bed, thirsty in her

unhealed !

"Where is John?" I asked in a low voice.

"He's not my guard, go!" I asked the parishioner who was pouring the hell

out of the familiar liquor store: "Did John ?" Laughing , Glass extends an acquaintance: "Where has he been all day, poet?" This is the blood of the devil, drink; John was here, and sometime a Bohemian song stopped halfway through, and the Greeks left. Who is he? Is this us? ” Waterless alcohol, without remembering-

A cheek moaned, Anna

Tube-burning through the tube-

Mercury is coming down!

In the old lodge, a

friend .

I knock there; "Did you see John?"

"Do I

still come to destroy myself?" Talents

have no access to my room . You must not climb my steps anymore. You know, I'm not John 's guard! ” I'm stepping on it, smoky ! Desolate midnight, a cold wind blows, bells ring in distant churches, like a terrible memory; He suddenly yells at me : "Where is John?"

The cry of

human blood ; Knee-

My voice

cracks Words: "I do not

know him, God

, I am not his guardian, God!"

Concrete- in this cemetery here

On the night of the

cross , in the murmur of the afterlife, the soul

lies dormant in the filthy snow, and the flesh melts, where is John ?;

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