The Girl With A ZigZag Braid
A baby cries tonight..
Impatiently out of sight.
A troublesome cow denies..
As it struggles to get rid of the flies.
The clouds have darkened..
The farms are abandoned.
This evening is getting calmer than usual.
A boiling pot of tea..
Accompanied by chatter as ritual.
The rain gushes in..
Through the doors inside hallways.
The birds have soar high..
But getting wet as often they try.
Taking cover under a thatched tatter..
Just when the water splashes..
Breaking down the windows they scatter.
There’s a pond visible in the side walk..
Roads soaked in as they talk.
The little boy makes the boat..
While his school bag drifts away.
A mother waits for there’s no more food..
And whatever stored is no good.
The blurry eyes get stolen..
As the houses they built were broken.
Water glistening with the evening shade..
The downpour listening while it tries to fade .
A distant laughter invade…
From the girl with a zigzag braid.
*Dedicated to the people whose possessions got washed away during Kerala floods as they try to restore their dwellings from scratch again.Our best wishes and prayers goes out for each one of you.