I am driven to silence
Once again a political war,
Life is getting marred.
Bombs are often blast
Shops by overnight are holocaust.
Flags are flying high
Man is but making sighs!
Soft winds are now gone
Human mind is torn!
I was in that place,
Decades reel in grace!
A beautiful country side,
Gentle hearted people, no chide.
Before my going there
A similar storm was over.
I was in a love dale
Life was a happy sail.
Five months and no more,
But vivid memories evergreen!
I cherish those days,
Into living moments I sway.
Now, as I read the news
I am driven to silence.
Where are those windy meads?
Turned into barren lands, instead?
My prayer is this-
Let life be ever blest.
Let blood ooze not out of lust,
In that alcove, I too had a nest.
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In a village called Nadapuram (near Vadakara - Northern Kerala) I happened to be living for just five months way back in 1981. This is a muslim populated area. The mosque there is ancient and very popular (Nadapuram Palli) . The architecture bears sure signs of an old Hindu temple. People are really loving. I can still recall those days with pleasant memories. Of and on political wars stage in that place but during my days, the winds were steady and calm. After the office hours, I used to go for long walks with my friends in that country side. As I presently read about the calamity that has taken place in that little town, my memories go back through decades and I am driven to silence.
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poem by Ravi Panamanna
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