Long Lime Didn't Visit Your Country Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Long lime didn't visit your country.

Yet I visit now and then.
Whenever I close my eyes can see:

The serpentine ‘Banotosini'
flowing on the north to south
On it's bushy shore standing
a grandfather fig tree
spreading dark-green branches
gossiping with clouds;
All day long dropped leaves
and ripe yellow figs on the water;
A swinging palmyra-boat tied with it's roots;

The moonlit-bathed valley filled in
with a queer tune...overflowed
Putting on a snow-white saree
you standing on the bank smilingly
Boarding on the boat I crossing-recrossing

Suddenly a hungry high eddy swallowed me,
Just then, as if a flash,
I noticed you benumbed with fear.

My water-burial glorified.