Tuesday, January 09, 2018

When the spring is finally around





















When the much-awaited spring is around
You and I enjoy our days of togetherness,
The scent of sweet jasmines on our bed
Your fingers undoing my long braided hair.


My six yards of kasavu sari all crumbled
Around your two yards of kasavu mundu
The sweetness of this long waiting years
That finds its way into your limbs and mine.


We rest together after a sumptous onam feast
Amid smells of childhood and boatsongs
That you sing in your sweet mellow voice.
To the snake-boats across the River Green.


When the spring is finally around for us both
We reign an ancient king and his demure queen.









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