My Loves
I love
the golden sun, snaking through the yellow-green paddy fields;
I love
the flirting dragon flies skimming and dancing over pools,
glassy and clear revealing yet another world of wonder;
I love
the profound innocence reflected in the eyes of a new born babe
I love
The kittens seven days old gently opening their eyes to spy a world new;
I love
the new born puppies snuggling to their mother;
I love
the sprightly chickens newly hatched ;
I love
the yellow ducklings taking to water straight from their shells;
I love
the frisky young calves playing on the meadow;
I love
The new born lambs with their wobbly legs.
I love
the trees putting forth their tender leaves after the fall;
I love
the slow smile lighting up my partner’s eyes when he sees me
I love
the friendly gleam and the radiating warmth in my friends’ eyes as they greet me;
I love
The black drongo, natures mimic surprising me with his mimicry;
I love
The squirrel scolding the stalking cat;
I love
my little ones gurgling laughter of sheer pleasure;
I love
my Amma’s hearty “have a nice day mackale” over the phone
though stricken with physical pains and aches;
I love
my younger brothers pleasant and vibrant “hello lathakka” and their teasing and leg pulling over the phone
I love
the endearing natures of my two sisters,
I love
my friends hearty infectious laughter that drives away my blues
I love
the spontaneous warm affection, sincerity and readiness to help of a friend newly gained
I love
the echo of concern of my best friend when she calls me after missing me in the college;
I love
the endearing and sincere “hello chechi ”of our young family friend
I love
the crab like sensitivity of my close friend
I love
the voice of my Lord I hear, the moment I am torn and broken
All these loves
My priceless treasures
Urge me to go on
Making every new day a joy ride.
Latha has done it again and done it well. "My Loves" is a paean on love, love of the most elementary kind, the love that sinks deeper into the very essence of beings, creatures, emotions and even ideas. It is truly panoramic as she travels relentlessly across the familiar locale, gathering bits of sights, sounds and nostalgic memories. It is surprising how she manages to evoke so many memories and fits them all in a well-crafted poem. Hovering over this paean, there is the halo of guileless love and affection. Dr P J George
ReplyDeleteThank you George I am humbled.
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