Memories Of My Land Poem by PAR Nair

Memories Of My Land



When champa flowers bloomed, in it’s fragrance I walked
The muddy path leading to the green paddy fields.
Dragon flies flying around, just wanting me to catch them on their tail,
One legged crane, focused on the fish which is oblivious of the peril
Bright maroon Onam flowers and milky white ‘thumba’
I stood their adoring the beauty of my land
The stream, the mountains, and the fields touching the horizon…

The washer woman washes dirty linen
With a rhythm that’s well known
Splashing lather and water
Dipping them in knee deep water
She sways to her own rhythm..
The farmer’s son pulling water out of the fenceless pond
Oh he never gets tired,
The little girls following their mother, in bright long skirts
Probably to school…..
Walk one after other
Carefully not to fall
Into the muddy puddle

They are all so lost in themselves…
Why don't they stop to admire what I see?
I call out and tell them,
Look at the glory of this land,
Look at the colourful treasure
Look at the mountains, moving as we walk
Look at those coconut palms standing tall
Don’t miss those cranes in their eternal silence
Standing like statues
Come, fill this sight in your eyes,
Take pitchers full of this beauty
As I fill my bags

I take them along with me
And every year as I return
I fill my bag with fresh
Fragrances
Memories and every time
I fear….
Perhaps, I’ll see them no more…….

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Kerala-God's own country!
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