Saturday, October 30, 2010

Between cities

When I travelled
Between the two cities
I used to know where home was
I could tell you
Where I was returning to
Where I was leaving for
I could sigh with relief
That I was back
To my dialect and dust
When the temple towers
Bobbed into view
As the train chugged in.
It all ended
When my daughter
And grand-daughter
Relocated to the other city
What can I tell you now
Am I coming home
Or going home?


Balachandran V said...

Beautiful. Suddenly the images of the thousands of tribals who were forcefully rehabilitated or thrown out of their ancestral lands came to my mind. Home! How, why do we get attached to a piece of land?

Prabhakar said...

When we are born are we arriving or departing. When we die are we departing or arriving? That's the question posted by our seers.