Sandcastles survive in sepia memories
Of a picnic on a windy deserted beach
Framed eighty years ago this day
Showing children screaming soundlessly
Running up and down the nervous edge
Pursued by moms and aunts throwing up their hands
In prayer or surrender! Grinning uncles
Propped up on the sand are caught in the act
Of shuffling cards and sipping rum–
They are all dead, you know, my love
And this is now another country
Where walls grow within and without
And leftovers and love are drowned–
We stare at stones skip across the sea
While waves subtitle our whispers
And wish that the snapshots we click
Will one-day help others remember us
And the sacredness of what we could not see.
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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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