The whole day he has to strain his eyes
Tending figures blue and red through
Thick ledger folios and colourful cheque leaves.
When the day will fade into darkness he will
Retire into the single windowed room in the lodge.
The antiquated fan while pains to rotate will
Groan and sign hot that will prevent
Mercury column falling back from torrid zones.
Sleep, a late visitor always; he will
Lie in wait indulging in thoughts of
The cool of the embracing bosom of his wife
Now languishing in an upcountry town.
Sunday evenings in summer will carry him
In some city bus to the inviting Marina.
He will stand facing against the salty breeze
And feeling the gentle pat of the frock
Of the sea on his feet; while she will
With closed eyes and trembling lips
Lie in wait for the stooping sky
Under cover of darkness in the east.
He seems one evening with him witnessing
A rosy cheeked and dreamy eyed girl
And her groom in stone-washed jeans,
His hands nervous and fingers restless,
Standing oblivious of the surroundings.
Yes, oblivious of the surroundings.
the exile is now younger by twenty years.
no sands under fee
but dry stubs of harvested paddy;
no dancing waves,
but the idle flow of the summer river;
no sodium vapour lamps
but the snowy beams of the moon;
no shadows of the concrete monsters,
but the graphite shades of the coconut palms.
They walk by river-side, a lone pair,
Towards the festival grounds not far.
He enjoys from behind the way she walks,
Elegant movements of her body and curves;
And how her braid long and thick
Tapering down like an elephant’s trunk
Pats on her pachydermic bottom
His hand reaches for her waist.
The satin feel of the feminine limbs
And the smell of medicated oil from her hair
Warm up surging blood in his arteries.
A quiver in his body, a stir in mind,
A ripple in the soul and he is
Slowly lifted to an exotic ecstasy anew.
The tinkle of the river flow, the rustle
Of the coconut leaves, the peering moon,
The temple ground, elephants in gold caparison
Drum beats and cheering crowds
He neither hears nor sees nor wishes for either.
A sweet symphony whistles through
His ears stirring the strings of heart
To raise a rare melody drenched in love.