Thistle Downs Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

THISTLEDOWNS
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Filling Our Tranquil summer Noons
ThistleDowns Flew.
Wandering In The Vacant Fields
We (I And My Sister) Collected Them.
My Sister, Who Was An Absolute Girl Of Reveries
Used To Name Them.
OneDay……
One ThistleDown Which Was Out Of Our Reach
Was Named 'ACHUTHAN NAIR',
(Was My GrandFather, A Court Officer, One Who
Went As An uninvitedGuest To Heaven In An Autumn Night) .
Another Day One Was Named As 'KESAVAN NAIR',
My Mother's GrandFather, (Was A Farmer, Courageous,
Who Lost EveryThing And Died Disappointed) .
One Evening She Pointed One 'KRISHNAN NAIR',
(Our Great Ancestor, WellVersed In Epics,
And Left His Physical Garb While Chanting 'RAM'Nam.)
Recently……………………..
One ThistleDown,
Which Was Fluttering In My BedRoom…………….
To My Astonishment My Little Daughter
Called It 'RAMACHANDRAN NAIR',
My Heavenly Father, Who Was A Man Of Tenderness,
Had A Beautiful Beard Like Ethereal ThistleDowns,
Who Bid Good Bye To Me In One Sultry May Noon.
Now…………………..
My….Days ………..Are Being Filled With EverSoothing ThistleDowns……………

SYAMCHANDRAN.K
25.10.2017