Train At Three Levels

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Train At Three Levels

#1 Post by SivaRamanathan » 05 Sep 2012, 21:01

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Train At Three Levels

the first 'thrain' lisped from your stories, how
as a child you enlarged two anna coins on the tracks
with the weight of the Salem Express
then tossed into the pulp of the Cauvery
for the peace of your ancestors;
the poet in me borrowed it and I made it all mine

as a young girl I remember the Western ghats,
tunnels of frightful fun, elephants at work at Punalur,
a wish to fall into lily ponds, endless backwaters
making me wonder how they built those bridges
did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?

at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood,
two girls and eleven boys we were discovering our skin
and the power of touch, with a group leader
(busy taking care of himself.)

when my daughter was a baby,
the train was a connecting link
to my parental home; my father carrying her
on his shoulders walking the coaches to make her breathe easy,
living in a different waterless state
and leaving me always almost home-sick.

now the train journey leading me to only think of afterlife.










Train At Three Levels

the first Train lisped from your stories, how

as a child you enlarged two anna coins on the tracks

with the weight of the Salem Express

then tossed into the pulp of the Cauvery

for the peace of your ancestors;

the poet in me borrowed it and I made it all mine



as a young girl I remember the Western ghats,

tunnels of frightful fun, elephants at work at Punalur,

a wish to fall into lily ponds, endless backwaters

making me wonder how they built those bridges

did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?


at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood,

two girls and eleven boys we were discovering our skin

and the power of touch, with a group leader

(busy taking care of himself.)


when my daughter was a baby,

the train was a connecting link

to my parental home; my father carrying her

on his shoulders walking the coaches to make her breathe easy,

leaving me always almost home-sick

living in a different waterless state-


now the train journey leading me to only think of afterlife.
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Train At Three Levels

the first Train lisped from your stories, how

as a child you enlarged two anna coins on the tracks

with the weight of the Salem Express

then tossed into the pulp of the Cauvery

for the peace of your ancestors;

the poet in me borrowed it and I made it all mine

my imagination talking even about the its enlarged polo mint hole.



as a young girl I remember the Western ghats,

tunnels of frightful fun, elephants at work at Punalur,

a wish to fall into lily ponds, endless backwaters

making me wonder how they built those bridges

did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?



at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood,

two girls and eleven boys we were discovering our skin

and the power of touch, with a group leader

(busy taking care of himself,)

always a mega attraction to post-teens.


when my daughter was a baby,

the train was a connecting link

to my parental home; my father carrying her

on his shoulders walking the coaches to make her breathe easy,

leaving me always almost home-sick

living in a different waterless state-


now the train journey leading me to only think of afterlife.

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Train At Three Levels

the first thrain I lisped was from your stories, how

you as a child enlarged two anna coins

with the weight of the Salem Express

then tossed it into the pulp of the Cauvery

for the peace of your ancestors;

the poet in me borrowed it and I made it all mine

my imagination talking even about the enlarged polo mint hole.



as a young girl I remember the Western ghats,

tunnels of fun fright, elephants at work at Punalur,

a wish to fall into lily ponds, endless backwaters

making me wonder how they built those bridges

did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?



at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood,

we were two girls and eleven boys discovering our skin

and the power of touch, with a group leader

(who was busy taking care of himself)

always a mega attraction to post-teens.



when my daughter was a baby,

the train was a connecting link

to my parental home; my father would carry her

on his shoulders walking the coaches to make her breathe easy,

I was always almost home-sick

living in a different state, a waterless region.



now the train journey reminds me of after life.













Train At Three Levels

the first thrain I lisped was you, your stories, how

you as a child enlarged two anna coins with the weight of the Salem Express

the poet in me cheated and I made it mine

my imagination talking about the enlarged polo mint hole.



as a young girl I remember the Western ghats , tunnels of fright

elephants at Punalur, a wish to fall into the lily pond

endless backwater making me wonder how they built bridges

did the water come first or did it collect after the clouds let drop?



at twenty the train meant travelling into womanhood, discovering

relationships that would take me to a different district with a gang of boys

and a group leader.



when my daughter was a baby, my father would carry her on his shoulders

making her breathe easy, I was always almost home-sick.



now the train journey remind me of after life.

Michael (MV)
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Re: Train At Three Levels

#2 Post by Michael (MV) » 01 Nov 2012, 08:04

Hi Siva,

Thanks for permitting your poem to represent the Block.

The same required info is needed as usual:

your original
unpublished
not representing any other board this month with this poem or any other poem
your name & e-addy

Please supply this info in the thread at P & N:

viewtopic.php?f=3&t=5497

Thanks,

Michael (MV)

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