Grassyreeds Poem by desamangalam ramakrishnan

As if the earthbecame mad
there grow up
the gigantic grassy reeds
and nodding the dishevelled head
they sip up the storms.

As I see these taller clusters
I can't help remembering my father:
once he lay here
as a broken pitcher full of blood,
alongside there lay a flag
and a list of slogans.

Now these horrid grassy reeds
stand as a roaring house.
I can't help remembering this spot
where he lived days and nights
taking position
and having his finger on the trigger

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