Coconut trees, aricanut trees,
Swayed in the soft wind,
Fully green, was the bank
Of the river, which had
The fishes palying along,
Catamarans, boats with oars,
Slided by the bank,
Filled with people and goods,
Many waiting on the bank
To catch a boat to otherside,
Shrubs, mangorves
Filled in someparts of the bamk,
Beautiful was the sight,
I always kept in mind,
Cherishing it when alone,
The bank had houses
a few feet away, where
I too lived long ago,
The life of people
Shape of houses changed
The river bank was the same
As ever serene, filled
With people talikng away
All the time till
they departed for somewhere.
Ravikran Arakkal
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