all the time that had been
has been spoken out
the plunging into life-pond
gets condensed within the paperback
then why the kovalam beach does shatter
when it finds the trace of new minerals
is it true then comes to her mind
the memory of the fugitive rain-girl
much sunshine comes for making crowd
on the grasses
in the moonlight of the apple
wakes up the magic
that is attached with the shirt of the
harbour
the white multi-storeyed
also remains sleepless
even-then…
even-today…
july means the amorous bickering
of the fish-girls for pleasure
inside a running minibus
here is the dialects of the fabrics