And passed through morning palm groves
tall golden grasses
tall golden grasses
bent by breeze bordered everything
bathed in diaphanous sunbeams,
bathed in diaphanous sunbeams,
dissipating mists, smoke from the cottages
(Udma, Kasaragod)
One is straight away struck by a paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poiesis born in crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation
on 25.1.13
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