Its feathers .. the silveroak flowers!
Anoop Chulliode
Before we took
flight into the vacations
much before it began .
On the day the flowers bloomed
On the silveroak.
Saying, feeling cold ?
I blanketed her.
The truth is:Though
she was feeling cold
I did not have even a rag with me.
She was the visitor
who came into my cold house.
From Ceylon?
From Australia?
I remember the fable about the new bird
that came into the village
Crested with red feathers.
First spied by the children
on the topmost bough of the banyan tree of the school court yard.
The same time,
when we were like the space vehicles, eager.
I was one among them
Whenever we slept In the bird came, flying.
The elders of the toddy shop
stoned it to death.
I will not speak to them!
The same time
the ixora flowers bloomed in the front yard
It was rumored it would never.
I remember everyone saying later
That it flowered ….When she came.
In the corridors
Her eyes were like the ixora flowers.
Never to return
Like that, some going outs.
May be she wanted to run away
But they wouldn’t permit.
Even if they did
between the congested rocks
in an instant in that single instant
They will not to be seen anymore!
That bird could not fly
But at twice the speed of the fastest bird
It would flit about the boughs of the tree.
