Festival of lights

Traveling down through

hazy memory lanes

to the the hiss of the kuzhippooo,

fountain of white light

breaking into stars

all around dying falling

around us

the smell of smoke gun powder

mixed with the smell of mummy’s

sweat,as behind her saree

I hide, jumping in glee

lest the stars burn me.

How foolish we were

my brothers and me

as we burst the red

potent ones with hammers

the longer ones in vazha thandhus

away from us swirling

the thara chakras whizzing

round and round our feet

leaving burn marks

on the verandah,

And dad running back after

setting alight

the rocket with its din

lighting up the skies and flowering

and mummy laughing excitedly.

Combing the yard

in the morning

for the poothiri sticks

unburnt crackers , if any.

Days of laughter and light

simple child hood delights

that make me cry

with yearning

to be there back in

the small house

with small comforts

dad mom brothers and me.

(Kuzhipooo poothiri tharachakras are all variety of crackers. Vazha thandhu
is the stem of the banana plant .)

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About Dr.Mary Annie A.V.

Dr.Mary Annie A.V. hails from Trivandrum, India and writes under the pen name 'anna maria' . She hails from a family of writers . She holds a high official post in the University of Kerala,Trivandrum,India. She resides in India with her husband and three children. Her poems have been published in various e-magazines , print anthologies in India and abroad. She has two collections to her credit, titled "My Beads Unstrung" and 'More Beads Unstrung'. Her definition of a poem is : Virgin white paper raped. Rapt. Writing is her passion :)

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