E.V. Ramakrishnan Poems
- FALLING FIGURES You have to look beyond the pigment of paint...
- THE TAMARIND TREE You are the nearest we ever had to a ...
- MENDING SHOES The cobbler sits under the neem, mending ...
- THE UNWRITTEN SEQUENCE Reader, this is the story of a ...
- DECEPTION When afternoon sun dripped lemon yellow over ...
- TERMS OF SEEING On our way home from school We often spent ...
- IN TRANSIT A Ghazal for Agha Shahid Ali I hold on to your ...
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TERMS OF SEEING
On our way home from school
We often spent hours in that abandoned
Orchard of mango, cashewnut
And tamarind trees, where each season had
Its fruit and each fruit tasted different.
There we raided the hidden hideouts
Of bootleggers, and broke their buried
Mud-pots. The crematorium in the corner
Revealed an occasional roasted vertebra.
Once we went further and discovered
A disused well, and peeped into its
Vaporous depths: the water smelt like freshly
Distilled alcohol. Through the clotted branches
Of close-knit shadows floated white