We started our journey long back alone,
From shelters of shattered dreams called stations.
We saw dry and dead patches of grieving woods,
Whilst moving through dense foliages of yesteryears.
We surged past heavyhearted farmyards mercilessly,
Littering boundless bottles of our barbarian thirst into their heartland
We brought in the very special guests,the Sun and the Moon to play their part
So the citizens of a sea of differences, find enlightenment in brotherhood and love.
We served dishes to the guests irrespective of caste and creed.
Yet most of our children shook hands with the deep rooted obsessions of their sickened past.
We bid adieu to the passer-by unsure of meeting him in the coming season.
We help strangers dying in inevitable depths of boredom build ephemeral castles in the air.
Eventually, we meet for a sojourn dialogue,
cleansing the sins of summer carried all the way along,
We part our ways every now and then,
destined to cross paths in the juncture of life.
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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