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

Rene's last walk to the beach

And passed through morning palm groves
tall golden grasses
bent by breeze bordered everything
bathed in diaphanous sunbeams,
dissipating mists, smoke from the cottages

(Udma, Kasaragod)

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