Siva,
What about one of yours to represent?
Which one? Up to you.
Thanks,
Michael (MV)
IBPC November 2012
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SivaRamanathan
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Re: IBPC November 2012
Train At Three Levels
the first 'thrain' lisped from your stories, how
as a child you enlarged two anna coins on the tracks
with the weight of the Salem Express
then tossed them into the pulp of the Cauvery
for the peace of your ancestors;
the poet in me borrowed only the image.
as a young girl I remember the Western ghats,
tunnels of frightful fun, elephants at work at Punalur,
a wish to fall into lily ponds, endless backwaters
making me wonder how they built those bridges
did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?
at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood,
two girls and eleven boys, we were discovering our skin
and the power of touch with a group leader
(busy taking care of himself.)
when my daughter was a baby,
the train was a connecting link
to my parental home; my father carrying her
on his shoulders walking the coaches to make her breathe easy,
no longer leaving me almost always home-sick
living in a different water-less state;
now the train journey leading me only to think of afterlife.
the first 'thrain' lisped from your stories, how
as a child you enlarged two anna coins on the tracks
with the weight of the Salem Express
then tossed them into the pulp of the Cauvery
for the peace of your ancestors;
the poet in me borrowed only the image.
as a young girl I remember the Western ghats,
tunnels of frightful fun, elephants at work at Punalur,
a wish to fall into lily ponds, endless backwaters
making me wonder how they built those bridges
did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?
at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood,
two girls and eleven boys, we were discovering our skin
and the power of touch with a group leader
(busy taking care of himself.)
when my daughter was a baby,
the train was a connecting link
to my parental home; my father carrying her
on his shoulders walking the coaches to make her breathe easy,
no longer leaving me almost always home-sick
living in a different water-less state;
now the train journey leading me only to think of afterlife.