The Oleanders Still Bloom

On the evening after Little Boy fell
From the plane named after the pilot’s Mother
The Father stood on the stage
Chainsmoking ,his hands held together
”Like a prize-winning fighter.”

He had quoted sometime earlier:
”Now I have become Death
The Destroyer of Worlds”–
Later,he confessed to Uncle Harry
He had blood on his hands.

People,hopes,homes,and trees
Pushed beyond the margins
Of acknowledged history,
Returned after the black rain
And the silence of our mind’s

Graveyards:the murderous skies
The mushrooming lies:” No radiation
In Hiroshima’s Ruins.” Yet,
The Museum is open
And the Oleanders still bloom.

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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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