Vadakkangulam Village Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

Vadakkangulam Village
I live in a land of wind, literally.
Here, everything is wind. Seasons fixed by the winds.
Windy, not-windy…
Men try to conquer winds. They couldn’t.
From sunrise to sundown, they swim through the air.
Their lungs carry nature’s breath.
You live in a land, where ceiling fans are a failure. A/c is useless.
Where windmills whirl and whirl, those tall towers of power.
Where on a moonlit night, the stars shine all over above,
The sky covers as a thick blanket.
Yet, wind pierces everything here live or dead.
Believe me. Men don’t eat food here.
Inhaling plenty of air, they survive.
- - Ramesh Iyengar