One didn't have the faintest notion
The slightest hint
Of what was to come.
A few flowers fell at first
Feigning sleep, and hugged the ground.
Looking up, I saw the branches tremble.
What was there to fear?
Then a forlorn little one broke away
And fell – on the soft grass.
Marvelling at the way the treetop swayed,
I chuckled when a small mango hit my shoulder
Too small, to take a bite.
Faintly, I heard the rumble of a distant thunder -
Then dark clouds approached the skies rapidly
Darkening my world, swift, ruthless.
There were flashes in the sky
And thunders loud
A wind then swept across, chilling my heart
it was as if my world had gone mad.
I could hear the raging rains rushing up -
Where would I go, to whom could I turn to?
I run up to the old mango tree
My old mango tree
Beneath whom I grew up
Whose fruits I gorged on
On whom I had hung a swing and went up and down
Swinging, swaying, standing up in the wind.
I shiver – I hug, press my cheek on the rough, split bark
I shut my eyes tight
As rain wets my face like tears of my old mango tree.
*********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 25.06.2009