The light at dawn invites the trudging
Down the hills outside the embattled city
Where every slope tells a different story
Of someone lost or something found
Where trees line up like old regiments
Raising their gnarled fingers to salute
Blood-stained warriors returning home
Wearing the hangover of victory lightly:
The tired thud of boots on the deck
As the sky lowers to half-mast it’s flag of colours
For the fallen heroes who rode into the sunset–
Words gasp to frame sentences.
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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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