This May And I - Part 2 Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

This May And I - Part 2



Your heat, Oh month of May
Was undone by the spell of rains
Your festivity, Oh month of May
Was coloured by throngs, music and feasts
And that was this May for me.

You were frolic, gay and slightly greenish
Oh dear month of May, I saw in you
A small bonhomie this time
As your days came in and went out.
Sweet you were and perhaps this summer's Queen too.

Our Village deity is sitting tall and high now
A huge temple is surrounding her guilded sanctum
Gone are the days of her relegation and seclusion
A throng is seen around her with offerings
Is it another Goddess in glory of the kind!
Or a people solaced by the magic of gregariousness of equals!
That I saw and felt for a time very near?

Oh dear month of May, I shared your mirth in a crowd
As I stood near Elephants carrying portraits of deities
I heard the music of trumpets and procession
As I moved across ten thousand men and women in silk
Oh dear month of May, where art thou going?
May you be the replica of my childhood lost for ever?

You took me to two homes lovely and not so far-
Valsa Madam`s Nedumthallil and my pal Paul`s Maliakkal
Both sweet with inmates smiling all the while
Both vibrant with thoughts exuberant in unison.
Oh dear month of May, I begin to miss you.
Is it that you are a speck of human bonds in forms innumerable?

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tirupathi Chandrupatla 02 June 2014

Welcome back Dinesh after a refreshing tour of your cherished place. May all the blessings be with you and your poetry continue to flourish.

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Valsa George 26 May 2014

So your trip to your native place in May has been fruitful in many ways...! You could witness the famous Pooram festival of Trissur from close quarters which once got so deeply imprinted in your child mind, satiating your nostalgic longings and the visit to our home... Thanks, we could enjoy your friendship!

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