Many a son who dangles from
A window of this empty bus
Was brought up
By a weeping mum
Who taught him life
While peeling onions
Through tales of Rama and Krishna —
Rama’s exile in the forest
Perhaps meant nothing more
Than shadows
On the dilapidated kitchen wall
Of Amma’s
Sambar-stained saree for the hungry boy.
Our Indus Valley heritage
Has decayed to a daily
Mad rush for the “Students Only”.
Amidst the fumes
Of diesel oil and clash
Of concession cards
This Mahabharata of our age!

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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).

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