A Money Order To Tamil Nadu Poem by FABIYAS M V

A Money Order To Tamil Nadu



His brain's barren like
the surface
of the moon - alphabet
could never
grow there. I fill up the
money order
form at his request. Our
tongues are
diverse -doesn't matter -
necessity fumbles
and finds its way. He's
one of the
inter-state coolies sweating
for our state.
I decode the signals from
his mind -
he's soft within a hard shell
like a coconut.
He stares at the strange
words falling
from my nib. He rewards
me with a
smile like a cashew nut.
His ‘thanks'
drops into my mind, and
makes a sweet
ripple. It's an illiterate, who
truly values letters.




(Tamil Nadu and Kerala are neighboring
states with different mother tongues in India.)


First printed in The Literary Hatchet, US.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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