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.


Written during a trip to Mahe, my hometown.



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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