Tuesday, July 8, 2014

DIASPORA


The shrill of harmattan;
Along the daring edifice;
The melancholic sun;
And the pensive crowd;
Had dumped his ears;
And blurred his sight;
For decades from now.

But the mind’s avenue;
Hesitant to close down;
Still in a mirage of oasis;
In the green meadows;
With the grazing cattle;
And the song of cuckoo;
Trapping a swish catfish;
In the meandering streams;
Supper at the fire place;
With a spicy fish dish..
Trapped in obsessions
Of  reiterating Memoirs!!

Expatriate is a hostage;
In a cradle of emotions;
The hunger of his child;
Devotion to his parents;
And dreams of his bride;
Makes hearth a mirage;
Calling him back abode.

by AmalDev