Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Where swifts fly

Where swifts fly and dodge at unseen insects at the thinnest, narrowest part of the road
Where beach and lagoon both erode
Where swole of water swale of breeze
Blow steadily more or less 
Of a morning's orange sun

Where sounds of the Murugan Kovil in Thiruchendur Village fade and blend 
With songs of the Mamangam Kovil
deep in Batticaloa town

Where clouds may tower or flit like sprightly puffs
And distant mountains appear or disappear in the smoky mist

Where fishermen organize or sit or sprawl or smoke or stand by their motorbikes or glide in on their motorbikes or drink a tea or spit or pull or shove or check or gossip or watch watch watch watch watch 
Watch that sea as if they are a part of it. 

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