Another Morning: 1975

Another morning brings us to this place
Where we first met, hiding from the gaze of those
Whose minds were narrow as the streets
 
Of this ancient city soaked in history
Except for smiling, elderly women on charpoys
Knitting warm tales of love in winter light–
 
You survived the butterflies in your stomach
And I, the bulls in my china shop:
Our eyes could sense the truth behind white lies–
 
But we did not allow the ravenous silence
Between our cities to eat away our lives:
Frowned upon nocturnal calls to your abode
 
Gave me the chance to embrace you with my voice
And caress you with my words:
You listened to my pauses and you understood–
 
You said:” I am here ” and still, my love, you are.
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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

8 thoughts on “Another Morning: 1975

  1. vatsala radhakeesoon

    Wonderful poem.!’ Very heart-touching. I guess now there are less minds as narrow as the streets
    in all countries.

    Reply

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