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In this verse, Dr Molly celebrates Kerala Day exclusively for Different Truths.
Slowly,
slowly
life filters out
through
the sieve of
time...
another
November 1st
Kerala Day!
a morning
that dawns
with a
cold nip...
in the
front yard
fresh blossoms
nod heads
in the gentle wind...
the wind
that rides over
memory lanes...
whither has
disappeared
those night birds
shaking branches
of my rose apple tree
cooing, scattering
its red buds...
you spread
the red carpet
beneath...
as if to answer
the chipmunk
hoots scramble on
its branches...
the foliage green
in goosebumps...
little birds
chirp...
life!
the stretching
railway line
now vacant,
content
with saturated
sediments
of many a
speeding,
shuddering
rush...
November 1st!
the times when
with verve
you perked up
fluttering
in Kerala saree
sprinting up
the steps
of your Ama Mater...
your youth
propelled on
hope, devouring
the immediate...
later,
shouldering up
your bag of worries
domestic, personal
how you
scrambled
for work
churning your
mind on
thoughts, words
for students
on Kerala Day
while the crowded
bus
regurgitated
taking
its own time
putting you
in tenterhooks
to reach
college on time…
Hah! the busy
run over...
this morn
this cool morn
let me sip
my morning cup –
slowly, slowly...
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
