Silk Routes Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Silk Routes

Rating: 5.0


Silk routes of India converged
On the South Indian city of Cochin
Where brides demurred and glittered
At a sprawling sari arcade
Like lamps on a windless Diwali night

Colors poured over them
As did unwed salesgirls
Attending on and draping them with passion
Their hearts filled with dreams
Of rainbow hues
Of eligible men on the distant horizon
With wedding garlands in their hands

The sale should go on
Season or no season
Monsoon or no rain
No matter who weds or remains unwed
Insensitive remains
Silk and fiber to youthful dreams
Heart, emotions and passion

Delighted stood the prospective bride
A smile perched on her lips
Busy moved the salesgirls around like bees
With a Goddess sobbing in their hearts
Silent like the unwed one of the Cape
Lighted by a flickering lamp on a summer night
As silk routes converged on Cochin
Careless who did wed or who did weep

Silk Routes
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written May 2014 after a visit to an opulent sari arcade in Cochin
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi 30 January 2015

So touching. Never thought about the sales girls heart. Beautiful

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Akhtar Jawad 28 February 2015

A beautifully described poem.................10

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Geetha Jayakumar 03 February 2015

Beautiful description on silk saris and on sales girls. Quite a realistic poem, very true said, they drape sari in no time and no doubt they are slim fit to look beautiful in saris. Interesting poem. Loved reading it.

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Geetha Jayakumar 03 February 2015

Beautiful description on silk saris and on sales girls. Quite a realistic poem, very true said, they drape sari in no time and no doubt they are slim fit to look beautiful in saris. Interesting poem. Loved reading it.

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Valsa George 01 February 2015

Very realistic and colourful description of the sale promotion activities at the opulent silk arcade! This is exactly how things move there.... I too have enjoyed the sight of the young slim salesgirls often draped in expensive silks and posing themselves as models before the would be bride or help her drape this six yard piece of silk on her body! The second stanza is so catching...... How these salesgirls weave dreams of their men coming with garlands sometime in future!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 January 2015

Colour poured over these. Wonderful silk routes poem shared really. Very nicely drafted.

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