Nothing remains the same except their names
And the short silence after yet another landslide
And a dog waits–

Our carefully-plotted stories have now been flooded
And words hide behind a sad emoji :
Elsewhere,a lonely slipper floats downstream–

It’s time to write elegies for the living
Buried inside their heads,and under the debris
Of long-guarded hopes and dreams–

Masked men dig deep in the heavy rain
But the estate workers are asleep:
Remember them when you awaken and sip your tea.

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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).

8 thoughts on “Tea

  1. amitapaul

    A sad and beautiful poem in an elegiac tone which speaks of the individual as well as the general , and deals with physical and imaginative or emotional death both poignantly and philosophically

  2. Suma K Gopal

    who would have thought when they hit their beds that night that the nature has plans to bury you live, and that you it’s your eternal sleep?
    Very reflective piece, beyond the perspicacious view of the incident…

  3. Nalini Srivastava

    A fitting elegy to the modern contemporary lack of humanity .It made my eyes well.I could imagine the scenes of tragedies you so poignantly mentioned in your poem.

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