You are country music and cymbals

You came from within 

You with that converted eyes and 

The most tender smile 

Raised in winters

Where your home clung to summer and yellow walls

To country music and cymbals

You with that tiny waist 

Is growing up to this big beautiful woman 

Wearing in your soul the melancholy of a beautiful sky 

the moist smell of the thatched roof, 

the monsoon rain 

and the desperation of the flies and birds that took shelter in the terrace

You with a journey of childhood

and afternoon poems  

With your soul lost a bit to the gliding sea 

of earth and little dark puddles

With your face reflecting in oceans and wash basins

And the sky kissing rivers.

You saturated your soul with the music of the cliffs 

Down there, it clasped the sea and the gulls 

Submerged  in a strange singing view

You came, you went, you travelled and you changed

You happened wearing  pain though 

in crowded rooms when you hid it with your wheaten smile 

And the canopied road outside the halls were full of flocks that grazed

You came from within perching on another soul 

Naive and gullible 

Pain climbed to your dark eyes 

Time and walls had allocated a distant destiny

Searing your innocence to another arrival 

Of suffering and awareness

With struggles and conflicts

Those books you read years back and shelved 

Had gone through an evolution that followed

Holds different afflictions today.

They were closed genres in architecture of forms

You were a closed box with the history of walls where sunlight was grey

Pain holding your wrist has climbed to your shoulders

And made them strong

You came from within and everything 

And all you travelled.

Edited by Dr Ampat Koshy

Picture from the net