Sunday, February 6, 2022

Peria Ivar Malai

 A haze of fog

Covers my view

Making the scene ahead

Feel like a dream


With bright green leaves 

Coated in dust 

And serene water

Rippling far below


White walled huts

With rusty red roofs

Looking so small

Like they belong to dolls


Forty three palm trees 

I counted each one

In the dimming light

Of the setting sun


Lush green pastures

The size of my palm

With blank and white cows

Grazing around

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