A white-haired woman wearing a black scarf
Rummages through the finger-licked pages
Of her dateless past,
Hobbling across a minefield
Of memories, knowing well that
One wrong step could be her last – –
Could set off
A vision of spouting blood and instant death:
She prays for peace – –
Clinging to snapshots of former times
When tiled and thatched houses were still called homes,
The white-haired man in mundu relives an age
When words were not arrested in mid-speech
Or thoughts shot through their foreheads:
He sees the same candles being lit again
And people marching along the same narrow-minded streets
Shouting slogans before their throats run dry
Until the next open murder wakes them up from sleep.
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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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