Wrote this poem on the subject “Holidays” for a Competition hosted by Asian Literary Society and won the First Prize.
Not the days spent lazing, overlooking the Seine
or the vineyards of Chianti, having food and wine
Not the tip of Jungfrau, where heaven and earth align
or the nights in the Wadi, gazing at stars shine
Not the cruise at Ha Long where we did dance and dine
or the streets of Florence, shall make me pine
Cobble-stone paths, blue-green seas, for breaks are fine
Maple leaves fallen, snow- flakes drizzling- I opine
cannot steal me from that which is truly mine-
Swaying coconut palms, gurgling streams
Glistening rain-drops on leaves; ripples on puddles like spreading light beams
A carpet of green – light, dark, shades in between
Smell of the earth after the rains, all washed clean
Men in white “mundus” tied up to the waist
Sounds of the mother-tongue –sweet; spoken in haste
The unknown enchants, the curious mind quenches,
The known fulfills,the drained spirit drenches
Roots beckon silently calling me home
A peace, a quiet, serenity seeps
The thought of home, my caged heart frees
Note: ‘Mundu’ is a garment tied around the waist by men in Mangalore (Karnataka), Kerala and Maldives islands. Its similar to dhoti, sarong and lungi.
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