I dreamt of us last night
In an old low red roofed house
In Madurai
Silver anklets tinkling
Your hair snaking down
Carrying a pot of water
On your hips
You came down the road.
Yes. It was in Madurai.
You climbed the creaky
Wooden stairs
Placed the pot on the floor
Turned to the dying stove
And blew till the embers
Started to glow.
In that old house in Madurai.
Stirring the rice
Boiling in the vessel
You looked at me with kohl-rimmed
Coal black eyes
All I could do
Was gulp and wish
That you were mine.
In that low roofed house in
Madurai.
Your ma in law
Harangued you
For taking too long
At the well
And all I could do
Was sigh for you
In that old red roofed house
In Madurai.
That was a long time ago
Maybe in some past birth
When I thought I would say no
To my love to my dream
In the low red roofed house
In Madurai.
Vineetha Mekkoth
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A story well told ;an elegantly crafted narrative .
Thank you, Louis sir