That Palmyra Tree
Thursday, May 9th, 2019
A small Palmyra tree!
At the corner of my eyesight
Just a glimpse
A Palmyra tree!
Of a roadside park
Of the country that sheltered me
And became my land.
Just like a click of a switch
Waves of thoughts rushed
Like a tsunami
Choking me with a wave of nostalgia
The thoughts of
The neem tree that fenced the border,
The lonely palmyra at the front yard,
Hurt me as a dear departed.
Celebrating the hot humid summer
Golden flowers of Poovarasu
Lined the fence with glory and gay.
“Touch me not “ and roadside “Ruellia “
Still amazed me like childhood magic.
On this dark, cold night
Amongst the crowd of a speeding bus
The lonely me reminisced
The sad old memories of another dark, rainy day.
A journey of a lost identity
On an unclaimed road.
At the far north end of the globe, the earth,
On a soil that frozen by snow,
In my survival fight to deepen
The roots plugged off violently,
To thaw my frozen mind and memories
I needed a palmyra tree.
That Palmyra tree.