May in Mahe 2


May is vacation in Mahe.

The rain comes down, to renew
It’s acquaintance with the earth.
And suddenly the red soil
Becomes fragrant. The fragrance
Of the earth – earth bathed in rain.

In may, the willow meets the cork.
And suddenly, you find
Wickets drawn on the walls with chalk;
Goals scored between two stones.
The earth then meets,
Not only the rain,
But also the mirth that it brings along.

But may even brings along
Frustration. With a slight consternation,
We instill in our mind,
That april was vacation enough.
May makes the school seem far
One month far. Thirty-one days far.

In mahe, in may, we not only
Play, we not only watch the
Rain sweep away the draught of
Sorrows – we even wait.

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Written during a trip to Mahe, my hometown.

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About Abhi Surendran

Abhi quit his corporate job, and decided to immerse himself in travels, photography, occasional periods of bankruptcy, and copious amounts of insanity. He is currently working on a book of his experiences, and a dream road trip through South Asia. Both in a haphazard fashion. He blogs at Iamnothome and you can also catch him at times on Facebook and twitter.


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