Burning the candle at both ends, you escaped
From the flawed and sprawling city
With its buildings yawning and stretching in the mist;
Its screeching tyres drowning out your many voices
And when you set foot on this hallowed turf
Seduced by the freedom of native tongues–
Birds, bees, squirrels, trees–
Touching you through their ungagged phrases
Fresh and unscripted
Like the wind across the postcard lake
Ransacking your mind, my love,
With random memories
Kicking sand on curious faces
Surfing the waves, seeking your gaze.
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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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