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  • KJ Francis
Genres:

Poetry,

Home Country:

India

Languages Written:

English

About the Author:

Dr. K J Francis is a retired Associate Professor. A few poems from this collection were published in Indian Literature, a Sahitya Akademi’s Bi-monthly Journal. He writes short stories in Malayalam but not yet published.

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KJ Francis23-Dec-2020 06:30:45
I regret the perplexity the posted poem brought to you. It's my unfamiliarity with the the gadget. I wanted it in verse form but the machine refuses to yield. So I post again with slashes indicating line divisions. This poem is from Fragments from a Musing Mind, the first collections of my poems. // 29 The old man / (23. 3. 93, 8. 30 a m)/ The old man relaxes on his couch; / the joy of Christmas from all around: / the immaculate stars in the neighbour-/ hood lights his courtyard, too. / There’s none to light his; / none to buy one for him…./ His sons and daughters are away; / the house is deserted; / the rooms vacant, dust settled, / chairs dragged around / with heaps of daily upon them. / He peeps out, to scan the neighbour-/ hood; tries to shout. / Those children milling around him / have left for the day. / He reaches for the walking stick, / a crude one left behind by those urchins, / his regular visitors in old age. / The little marauders rummage / through his rooms for fun and trophy. / (They would carry off anything handy / to be deposited back by their / honest mothers with a reprimand, / “Allow them not appappa* into your study”. / I chuckle; I don’t allow them; / they are marauders, young Turks.) / He makes it to the porch, / strains his eyes and ears / for any familiar sound or sight / of his regular visitors of five or six. / He looks at the tree sans the star. / They promised to come back, / to light the star on the old mango tree, / his sire planted; / (He nursed it like a baby; along with it / he grew to this age; they are siblings.) / sweet mangoes it gives. / Surely, they will come to collect / and to slurp the succulent mangoes / in summer. / (*Appappa=grandfather)

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