Twenty Years Ago.

The event
dates back
to the late 90’s
being the day of Pongal,
Shreya reminisces.

She and her kids
were  decorating the house,
her boys helped her in hanging
maavilai thoranai.

A call from her brother,Anil,
shook her complacency.

It would lead to a turbulence later.
Did Shreya Know?

He spoke in haste
asked her to rush
to her mother’s place.

He said “the situation is grim”,
expects  it would turn into a disaster soon.

She reached the place.
Stood dumbfounded.
Saw, panic.

It was  pandemonium.
The inmates were  jostling in a frenzy
trying to escape  from unwanted  associations

Right, there she was in the midst of hell.
Little did she  know that it would be her last  visit.

Whom should she  blame?
Could she point her finger at  her mother?
No, she looked so desperate.Pathetic.

She fixed her eyes on her father,
an accusing stare.
He looked daggers at her.

Shreya turned towards Anil.
He looked demure. Feigned innocence.

His eyes
gave out the deceit.

That day remains
fresh in Shreya’s  mind
even today.

elements. gratitude. Nature Poetry

Expression Of Gratitude

paddy-harvesting-4It is a long, long weekend

with the festival on the verge

harvesting is in full swing

paddy, millet and maize converge

heaped in separate wings

hay is stacked in piles

the farmers run about in a worry

the traders rush in a hurry

with the weighing scale and cash

the transactions are done in exact

the sacks full of grains are loaded in a flash

their journey across the fields start instant

as the human traffic dies down

birds descend and saunter around with anxiety

pick the remains that lie on the field now brown

the farmers recline and relax with contentment

the celebration takes off with an  enchantment

dance around and sing merrily with immense zest

fire crackers and beat the drums with overwhelming joy

an expression of gratitude for the good revenue

without a forget end up with an anthem to Nature the giver of all.