PN ( / Kerala)

Take Me Back

gurgle of my streams,
slopes to the paddy field where
birds of the morning sing,
ol' tall bamboo forests kissing the river
as mother wind bends them to bathe,
sniffling sounds after the dip,
they made my song, take me,
take me to my songs

streaks of her silver lightning as she debuts on stage,
her beloved thunder clapping - be it day or gloom
dashed hopes of sailing boats, slowy drizzle finis -
but with a kaleidoscope on the window pane
coloured with eve's vermillion
then the first star peeps out, one -
one in a million
they made my sketch, take me,
take me to my sketches

by Prakash Nair

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