7. Kerala rising

Auto correct will not allow me to write Kerala
without changing it to One Billion Rising Kerala
Nine days of sunshine, hymn chants, drum beats
mashed tapioca and ripe jack fruit scented afternoons
babblers in the backyard, blue streaks on trees
scampering life among bushes, bare earth between toes,
time standing still then rushing by on a bike
toddy dancing on streets, temple fests with Kozhikodan
Kulkki sarbaths, an evening in a super fast KSRTC bus
armed with safety pins and roasted peanuts
watching fat brown cows, yellow chicks and sleepy kittens
herons in paddy fields, cricket in the alleys,
early blooms of Kani konna yellow, brown dry leaves
the taste of cool well water, green mangoes and fresh chips
the bluest of skies, caws heralding visitors, long forgotten fruits
warmth of family, familiarity of the air, heightened desires
a billion of them still rising
and the plane lands in the desert once more

©Reena Prasad
Link to this poem at THE CAMEL SALOON.

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