the inheritance

A choked river,
dead paddy field
and a treasured childhood.


We didn't get the whole river though
Some big guy got it closed off
Slashed it off. The river lies bleeding in our paddy field.


My mother inherited 45 cents of an unwhole river
an eunuch paddy field too flooded to cultivate
15 kms precisely from Infopark- here the earth smells of money.


Iam 38 this year and 30 years ago this piece of land was loved
a welcome river trickled through green paddy during Summer
and during the rains it was left alone.

left wild to dissolve into the river
To sprout the wildest lotues,transluscent dragon flies
a perfect watery perch for long legged storks


I have walked this peice of land then when it smelt and looked like melting chocolate
when planting began and after seen it transformed into an emerald green
and therafter into golden harvest. how could i have missed it, it was truly gold - that hay.


the land changes and people change too.
i have changed but memories stay.
of this sad pool of water and the dead field beneath.

nothing happens just like that. maybe i have been left with this to brood.
not to belt out a mourning song and then just leave. Maybe loved ones in the other world
deliberated that somehow I could hear the pining of the river and the earth

are they telling me to stay unchanged. the winds around seem to know me
they envelope me in a caress. let the river flow again they sing.
let the earth wear emerald once more, let us start anew our search for the real gold.