Tls - Poem by dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath
THE LOST SMILE - - DR.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN
I had been to my village to day, after years.
I wonder where is the soothing breeze murmuring?
Where did the inherent fun pat and love-pinch vanish?
Pallinada lost its smile that un-hypocritical and deep.
Evaporated the aroma un-superficial the sweet haunting embrace!
Minimized the great pond Vellattumkulam to a dirt-dump!
The School my lingering nostalgia is sleepy lethargic and raged.
The foul-smelling air spelling the neo-political scenario cleverly!
O, My Dear, how could you transform self as in a dramatic scene?
My old class std.1 is there as old as me or quite older
for she is centurion!
I remember at that time the floor was sandy clean white.
My Annie Teacher helping me to write with the right index finger
in sand or with the pencil in the slate.
Suru our servant’s son was my pal dear and class-mate.
We both got the same lessons feel love and care.
Our dawn was the same so the dusk.
Also the air water food and fruits!
We played together, quarreled.
Slept in the shade of the old mango tree!
We heard the same rhymes and rhythm.
We saw the dream of the seven- colored same.
Night I can’t sleep. I feel ashamed.
I also lost the smile.
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