Sweat dripping, the luggage heavy
flying about the metal floor
of the big red bus that takes me home.
Gusts of hot air descend with me
at the stop under the big banyan tree
Rows of rickshaws, honks and waves, greet me.
Tugging and heaving the trunk
gives me company, reluctantly
past the Church of Geevarghese.
The last turn and I'm at the street,
the red gate open since eternity
Purple highlights dance among fluttering leaves
A cool breeze fills my apparel
lifts me up from the bygones
I'm almost home, the heart knows
like waves closing in on shore.
flying about the metal floor
of the big red bus that takes me home.
Gusts of hot air descend with me
at the stop under the big banyan tree
Rows of rickshaws, honks and waves, greet me.
Tugging and heaving the trunk
gives me company, reluctantly
past the Church of Geevarghese.
The last turn and I'm at the street,
the red gate open since eternity
Purple highlights dance among fluttering leaves
A cool breeze fills my apparel
lifts me up from the bygones
I'm almost home, the heart knows
like waves closing in on shore.
I found the imagery of the poem beautiful, my favourite stanza is the second one as I found the image very vivid. I am a little confused about the last stanza as it suddenly acknowledges a sadder topic of 'being lifted up from the bygones' that hadn't come up yet and isn't elaborated upon.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very good poem, and perfectly captures the emotions and the feelings of a person going back to their house after a long time. The only thing about the poem that I would like to change, is it's title, as I feel , it is not capturing the beauty of the poem
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