Of Thoughts

Wed, 09/19/2018 - 11:09 -- ngopes

Morning light pours in,

from the chink in the roof,

leaving lace like patterns on the veranda.

I watch my grandma milk the cow,

its smell meets my nose.

 

When the conch resonates,

I run across the paddy fields.

I insist on going,

until she promises me a candy.

 

Twenty years later,

My grandpas’ body burns in a pyre,

along the bank of river.

And the burning continues,

of the known, and the unknown.

And my life moves on.

 

This long afternoon,

I wade across the creek,

the water meanders through rocks,

and never returns, just like my life,

a rudderless ship,

drifting in a vast turquoise sea.

 

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