Koyamparambath Satchidanandan

Pulloot, Thrissur district, Kerala, India
Koyamparambath Satchidanandan
Pulloot, Thrissur district, Kerala, India
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Cool, Hot

In Delhi's cold
I recall my mother,
the first warmth
that had enveloped me.

I could not take mother to Kasi,
not even her lullaby.
That remorse keeps a compartment
in every train that shuttles
between Delhi and Benares.

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Unnikrishnan E S 27 November 2018

It is Gangajal that you scoop in your lota (tumbler) from your well, whether it is Kerala or elsewhere. When you open the tap, it opens to the main flow of Ganga, into your kitchen. But, ”purified”...??

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Bijay Kant Dubey 25 October 2018

It is a great poem where he mingles wit, intellect, myth, mystery and mysticism in a lively manner of talking, alluding to through anecdotes. The poem is like Jayanta Mahapatra's Dawn at Puri. Kashi, where is Kashi? Is it in mind too? Is the pond water not same water? Is clean water not the water of Kashi? The same Ganga water from the matted hair of Siva.

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