#035

early today, the mynahs filled
the mud-banks with songs-
hyacinths all shrivelled-
we walked through overgrown aisles
inbetween fields of tasseled corn,
silence yolky on the slant sun.

once upon a time, we held hands,
and sang rhymes all these paths-
the pond has swallowed itself up-
like us, drifted towards cataclysmic life,
like us, like one father and daughter
rendered strangers by irreconcilable time.

©Mohana Das

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16 thoughts on “#035

  1. i just love ‘overgrown aisles’ (and the whole choice of vocabulary) and the repetition in the second part that adds much to the perception and sound of this verse. beautiful~

  2. Those lines at the end- a father and daughter pushed apart by irreconcilable time- that is strong, emotional, honest- they say time heals….but sometimes it just pushes things further apart

  3. Beautifully written. I loved –
    ‘we walked through overgrown aisles
    inbetween fields of tasseled corn,
    silence yolky on the slant sun.’
    You get so much meaning from each word you use, its wonderufl.

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