description of and musings on one's own place. |
Written for "Inspirations"(June,2008) Scent of Wonder The eldest son All the way from Australia (The last of the continents) came to perform the last rites of his father who died a week before in India. The day was full of events big and small. The dead man’s memory Hung like a veil Of wood smoke on one and all. The boy Met some relatives long lost absentees of vague memories, of bygone years. The melting distance In deep affectionate bonds. The scent of wonder In the heart of a loner. At the end of the day, the ceremony over and goodbyes said, we returned to our places Speeding home in blackened coaches Crossed the clogged bridges Passed a few muddy rivers Saw some sprawling solitary hills And speeding leaf-heavy trees Blooming nameless Flowers and forests, Kites flying in perfect groups Ruffle of white feathers. Crowded compartments Unreserved travelers Standing in the aisles In groups and single files The milling crowds strange faces unknown destinations. Beautiful village belles Handsome males Tall dark cool devils Sad-happy-funny-situations. The old leaning on young shoulders The children in mothers’ laps. The scent of wonder Here and yonder Squatting huts The poor inhabitants Factory smoke Industrial waste All a part of A peculiar paradise. The scent of wonder Now and ever. Found Honorable Mention in the contest. |