The Winds Of Yore Poem by Ravi Panamanna

The Winds Of Yore



(A postman recollects his winds of yore. He served the Koodallore area for a long time and recollects M.T* as a small boy who would wait for letters of his father coming from Ceylone.
This composition is dated 29th December 2004) .
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Upon these hamlets,
Upon the winds of yore,
I have left my heart,
I have grown my roots.

These fields and these waters,
These beaten pathways and umpteen alleys,
Unto to me sing even in my dreams,
A sojourn of decades and more.

With letters and parcels,
With mails weighing hopes and dreams,
Among these hamlets,
For long years I was a traveler.

Rain or shine,
In all seasons and beyond,
Unto the heart of these hamlets
I was becoming a silent stream.

The ties were deep rooted,
The waters were cool.
In the oceanic passage of time,
Faces were my dearly treasure.

The tales of these hamlets,
In a way are the tales of my life too.
In the waking dreams of these winds
My beginning hath no end.

In the simple annals of these hamlets,
I too have an ample share.
A postman by trade,
I am to these winds seven decades.

And in the pageantry of faces,
A boy of five is very much alive.
Peeping out of the window, and to the endless river,
He would for long wait for my appearance.

Beyond the seas was his father,
Beyond my footsteps were his gleaming eyes.
And the letters bearing the Ceylonese stamp
Were unto his chest like a spring over the dales.

And in the course of passing decades,
He grew into the living voice of these hamlets*.
And his pen drew sketches out of these winds
To also include me in the passing stream.

More than that, with letters from different shores,
I was becoming the root of these thorps.
It was a confluence of life meeting the life,
Those were the days of more human bondage and gentle winds.
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M.T*- His full name is Sri. M T Vasudevan Nair, the popular Malayalam writer, novelist, editor of 'The Mathrubhoomi' weekly, film script writer and film director. He has won many laurels in the area of films and his writings which includes the Gyanpeeth Award. His film scripts are the perfect works. He belongs to the winds of Koodallore, a small hamlet in the Palakkad District.

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Ravi Panamanna

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Ottapalam- Kerala State- India
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