Swallow's Solitude

Written by P. S. Remesh Chandran |
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The hillocks where the village folk

Assembled for a fun-

There then at length dissected all

Subjects under the sun.


The roadside shop, where middle age men

Debated and did part;

Through various ways homeward they trod,

Next morning to restart.


Stooped by their golden burdens, swaying

Paddy fields lush lay

Stretching far, far to the edge of river

Beneath the mountain crag.


Tweeting sweet music to the squirrels

And the swarms of bees

Ransacking plantain groves for honey,

Sat high those nightingales.


Before the crows and cocks in morn

Raise loud their lofty horn,

Before the dews of night from trees

Fall down before the breeze,


Beside the rattling reeds alone I

Sat there satisfied;

Reflects in crystal-clear brook

A swallow’s solitude.



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Author: P. S. Remesh Chandran
Editor of Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Author of several books in English and in Malayalam. Lives in Trivandrum, in Kerala. Father British Council trained English teacher and Mother University educated. Matriculation with distinction and Pre Degree Studies with National Merit Scholarship. Discontinued Diploma studies in Electronics and entered politics. Unmarried and single.
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