A flood of dancing circles,
My first alphabet in muddy water
Leaning over the banisters,
I overhear them,
As usual, of Smart City,
Of Internet banking,
Of how Wipro lost its project.
Reminiscences,
Only a few,
Once my mom came to my school
To show my identification marks,
At nine,
rubber groves and sunken lanes,
hovering over me,
I was thirteen then,
We went for an excursion,
I collected the photographs of my friends,
After three years,
My professor said,
Your reading on resonance column is wrong,
At twenty,
I closed my eyes,
When our car broke down
On the way to my Granny’s funeral,
When I was twenty two,
I used to say,
I don’t know anything
Later,
I picked a green tender leaf
From a mosanta in my courtyard.
Minnu Serah
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