- Dr.Pragya Suman
Three Poems by Ramachandran MA
To My Poor Father
By Ramachandran MA
eleven years have gone--
it rained a little
after your burial
and we all drank tea--
your fingers in the pyre
were the same
the night you died--
nothing happened
it was December
the first week
sometimes I boarded
a crowded bus
got off somewhere
in the crowded street
dreamed of walking
with someone to the sea
but always returned
all alone to this room
Why did I miss
the songbird
that built her nest
in the old mango tree
in my childhood?
I missed the tree
in those summers
and rains too---
In my dream
still a green leaf
in the old tree.
All the names
and faces and
even the river
of these years
in the torn paper
are blown away
by the wind.
One more night
miles and miles away
was the yellow flower
in my dream
On my way to nowhere
a dead butterfly
a cold wind
passed by the lantern
and I asked myself
why I was born

Bio : Ramachandran MA is an author from India. He lives in Calicut.
Photo courtsey: rightfully owner
James Colemen