Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 27,404 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

My First Love Letter - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

It was when I was just in class three
Hovering around the tenth year of age
Something bothered me in the hours wee
A sweetness, an aroma, sweat
Or was it the morning dew on grass
That kept me awake
Rolling on my smelly bed
With a sweetness that blazed my glands

I don’t know, I can’t tell
But there was she
My classmate
With jasmine teeth
A dance perched on her feet
Bothering my budding masculinity

I knew I wanted her
I couldn’t make out what for
In a frenzy that engulfed me
Like a forest fire then I wrote
On the inside of a discarded cigarette pack
Slit open like a bleeding heart
What I felt, the first love letter
In words that moved like ants
All over me and my heart

I handed it to her brother
Two years younger
In secret, behind the school toilet yonder
Hoping it would reach and vanquish her

But, there was the maths teacher
Fondling his scorpion tail moustache
Watching the goings-on
Who intercepted the missive
From the hands of the shivering brother

I thought I was in for hell
Punishment, beatings, no one can tell
But nothing happened to my surprise
Till at last I noticed
The school headmistress at my fence
In a rare bosom chat with my mom, her friend

I was playing behind my house
Rolling stones in the setting sun
Like a forlorn Ulysses adorned in sweat
Yet I knew I was their subject

Days passed and Diwali came
The Indian festival of lights
It was time for the early morning bath
Under the glistening stars
My mom poured warm water over me from a tub
And I misbehaved in a gleeful jump
She cautioned and slapped me on my thigh
With a fire unknown in her eyes
“Idiot, have you begun
Writing love letters at this age? ”

That was the first and last time
She ever beat me
A lovely mother was she
And, often I wonder what happened
To that passionate missive of mine

Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds
Over fences and thorns and profusely bled
And withered in the sun and rain
Decayed down the channels of time

And I met her of late one of these days
At a temple festival when I braved
To tell her about my missive missed
That perhaps could have changed our fate

She laughed out in a guffaw
An aging grandma of three
And I could see at sixty-eight
Her jasmines were still intact
What more could a lover want
When he has only a toothless smile
In exchange, Oh, why do we age?

Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written just now 21: 21 hrs IST 2nd March 2015, this relates to a real life incident.

Comments about My First Love Letter by Madathil Rajendran Nair

  • Bri Edwards (6/28/2017 4:15:00 PM)


    your name and the link to this poem page shall now go into my list of poems for July 2017's
    'a showcase by and for PH poets'.

    thanks.

    bri :)
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  • Bharati Nayak (11/14/2016 10:26:00 PM)


    A very heartfelt poem about your first love letter.With years passing you were wondering about what happened to your first love letter. This feeling is so nicely expressed in your poem.

    And, often I wonder what happened
    To that passionate missive of mine

    Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds
    Over fences and thorns and profusely bled
    And withered in the sun and rain
    Decayed down the channels of time
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    -I also liked the last three lines

    What more could a lover want
    When he has only a toothless smile
    In exchange, Oh, why do we age?
    (Report) Reply

  • Bisy Untan (10/23/2016 2:05:00 AM)


    The childhood projection of love matures into spiritual relam.Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Anwar Hussain Farooqui (10/11/2016 3:10:00 AM)


    Man as a child or adult errs and the memories linger enforcing him to act right and wise (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (9/25/2016 10:17:00 PM)


    favorite lines so far:

    On the inside of a discarded cigarette pack
    Slit open like a bleeding heart

    and, so quickly followed by:

    In words that moved like ants
    All over me and my heart
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    Hoping it would reach and vanquish her......?

    do you REALLY want vanquish***** here? ? you may have wanted to conquer her, but not in this sense, i don't think! did you?


    *****van·quish
    ˈvaNGkwiSH/
    verb
    verb: vanquish; 3rd person present: vanquishes; past tense: vanquished; past participle: vanquished; gerund or present participle: vanquishing

    defeat thoroughly.
    Mexican forces vanquished the French army in a battle in Puebla
    synonyms: conquer, defeat, beat, trounce, rout, triumph over, be victorious over, get the better of, worst, upset; overcome, overwhelm, overpower, overthrow, subdue, subjugate, quell, quash, crush, bring someone to their knees, tear someone apart;
    informallick, hammer, clobber, thrash, smash, demolish, wipe the floor with, make mincemeat of, massacre, slaughter, annihilate, cream, skunk, shellac
    I promise you, we shall vanquish our enemy and reclaim what is rightfully ours
    =====================================
    Till at last I noticed
    The school headmistress at my fence
    In a rare bosom chat with my mom, her friend...........this gave me a bit of a laugh; a mild one, but one nonetheless.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    another laugh here:
    “Idiot, have you begun
    Writing love letters at this age? ” ......................and when, i wonder, did a girl/woman return a letter to you?

    more fine lines:
    Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds
    Over fences and thorns and profusely bled.............this is getting (almost) tiring! all these wonderful lines! TRUE stuff? is it? ? your Poet's Notes says so. about YOU? How nice to share with us.

    Wow. definitely to MyPoemList. i must share at least with Valsa G............oh, i now see a comment by her. :)

    bri :)

    i don't care much for love poems usually, but this is very special. maybe more a coming-of-age poem, involving 'love'. maybe puppy love we would have called it, if that.

    i hope you did not pine for too long for the girl of your youth.
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    Madathil Rajendran Nair Madathil Rajendran Nair (9/25/2016 10:39:00 PM)

    Thanks Bri. I am 'vanquished'!

  • Akhtar Jawad (9/8/2016 9:15:00 AM)


    Incidentally I also did it but I did it in the college, I wrote a love letter but could not gather courage to handover it to her. It remained in my pocket and it was seen by my elder sister who punished me. I have also written a poem, An Innocent Love Affair. Could you read it. (Report) Reply

    Madathil Rajendran Nair Madathil Rajendran Nair (9/8/2016 11:25:00 AM)

    Thanks. You have commented on my poem twice now. A double honour conferred by a senior poet. And thanks for inviting me to read your beautiful poem, which I did. I have written my comments and rated it too. Long live Suraiyawallas!

  • Tapan M. Saren (8/18/2016 12:58:00 AM)


    That might be one of the sweetest moment in your life.. (Report) Reply

  • (8/1/2016 9:34:00 PM)


    Now I understand, there is a set of jasmine teeth in everybody, s dearest memories. (Report) Reply

  • (8/1/2016 9:30:00 PM)


    Hi Rajen,
    Loved reading your very beautiful poem. I had thought that such things had happened only in my life. Great work. Congrats.10+
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  • Nosheen Irfan (7/8/2016 3:13:00 AM)


    Wowwww. What an intriguing work! You have a knack for narrating in the most interesting and poetical way. I love the similes you use. A beautiful write adorned with various figures of speech and the narrative is really interesting to say the least. A thoroughly gripping tale with a touch of philosophy at the end Oh, why do we age? A classic finish. A poem that speaks to the hearts. A perfect 10. (Report) Reply

  • Akhil Raveendran (4/24/2016 4:09:00 AM)


    very interesting poem.. we all go with this feeling, the childhood girlfriend it will remain as a good memory.. with out losing.. (Report) Reply

  • (3/11/2016 11:22:00 PM)


    Loved it as it stuck a chord in me. You have passionately chronicled a sweet and innocent era with charm and sensitivity. Incidentally, I experienced a similar set back at the age of 11 when I wrote a love letter to a charming girl in my class. The girl after reading my letter had no qualms as to what to do and it safely landed in the hands of my mother who was teacher in the school. That night I experienced the first pain of love. :) (Report) Reply

    Madathil Rajendran Nair Madathil Rajendran Nair (3/11/2016 11:31:00 PM)

    Thank you, Sir.

  • Vaidyanathan Ram Iyer (10/11/2015 3:26:00 AM)


    Sweet memories, thanks sir (Report) Reply

  • Afrooz Jafarinoor (8/12/2015 4:41:00 PM)


    Besides the beautiful nostalgic feeling in this nicely-worded memory, what matters more to me is the child's innocense one can still find in you, which is even more beautiful! That was great! (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (7/30/2015 11:30:00 PM)


    An amazing poem, truly beautiful...........................10 (Report) Reply

  • Shakil Ahmed (7/7/2015 2:46:00 PM)


    a beautifully expressed poem that has touched me. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (5/22/2015 12:38:00 PM)


    Treasured memories and such a fabulous write. Very special. I am so thrilled I stopped by. (Report) Reply

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/21/2015 8:51:00 AM)


    A compelling and captivating composition about lost and lingering love. well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 8:00:00 PM)


    Dear, I like your innocent flowery verses very much. (Report) Reply

  • Uma Ram (5/5/2015 12:58:00 AM)


    Sir, this is just awesome.............too good beyond words. You have made me laugh heartily after long reminding me of the very first proposal I got in class 5, and that too from a junior of class 3! Can't forget the beatings he got from his class teacher, when I went to pick up my younger brother! EVERGREEN MEMORIES........I JUST LOVED THE BEAUTIFUL CHAIN OF WORDS SIR. Jasmine teeth, budding masculinity, shivering brother...sir thanks a lot for this wonderful humour shared here of nostalgic childhood days. Sir now you have inspired me for a fresh thought which I have to pen down. Thanks for reviving our childhood sir.When I saw the title I thought it was a letter of the youthful times and passed over it few times without reading it. But I feel so guilty for having missed the great opportunity of getting out of the serious moods! thanks for sharing the wonderful piece sir.LOVED IT (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 4, 2015


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