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The Anxieties of a Widow

May stretched its legs into grave.
The thunder heralds the rains.
A hut on the bank of Kanoli canal
Is not re-thatched this year.
Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay
With all the wages she had kept.
Summer takes the last breath,
But the coconut leaf thatched roof
Is not re-thatched this year.

As the widow stands on the threshold,
The rain clouds gather over her sky,
And the wind scatters terror in her corridor.
Will the tattered roof be flown away?
Will the rain drops make pores
On the roof of her life?
Where will her child crawl and smile?
Question waves are thus getting high;
Her canoe is ready to be tossed.


(The summer season ends in the month of May and rainy season begins in the month of June in Kerala)


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Chinese Fishing Nets

Death hangs on the poles
At river banks.
The sun smeared smiles
Grow grim grins in the night.
Being loosened ,
Chinese fishing nets
Sink down with baits
To lure in to the fate.
Wide spread death does wait
Till the sudden lifts.
Wet joys dry, and wriggle
In breathless net.
At bottoms lie hidden nets
To snare when care slip.


 (Chinese Fishing Nets are common at river banks of Kerala.These are a kind of nets hung on poles.At night ,these are lowered and laid at the bottom of the river.In the morning.these are lifted up with fish) 


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Death drops

Reports on reports by dailies ;
Sympathies on sympathies ;
Still cripples on cripples
And corpses on corpses.
On plantations, diabolic showers of Endosulfan.

Innocent raptures, its colour changed,
With the poison mixed.
Brains drained ; heads swelled ;
And like exclamation marks , tongues did
Jut out of the mouths.

Dribble drops of pesticide :
Legs and arms coiled ,
And eyes, its wires melted.
Plantation village looked
Like a collided car.

Vultures in the sky hover;
Coffin makers get richest than ever;
Keep toys and cradles in tears fore ever;
Darkness so thick ; and rays come out never.
Death falls in drops : where is the umbrella?


(Remembering the victims of Endosulfan pesticide in plantation villages of Kerala, 
India…………)

FABIYAS M V


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A Girl Who Sells Peanuts

She floats on the saffron shore 
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats 
within the shelter
of peanut shells.

Toys and text books, 
picnics and pamperings; 
all collided on a wall, 
but death dropped her 
to be tossed.

The girl in a dirty frock –
she sells parched peanuts
for coins and eye-pricks. 
‘Peanuts’, ‘Peanuts’ – her 
withered call haunts
 her parents in the grave.
Her pale figure walks away
with Time Teacher.

Fabiyas M V


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To My Child

Neither look at the pined behind,
Nor waste the eyes at far away.
Today hides in its thorax
What you seek for,
so dear,never be a musk-deer.
Stoop to pick fair and true.

Black poisons have been kept in bottles
Beyond the horizon, 
But fear little if you care a little.
See the rapture, my dear,
Of grazing buffalo,
Which will be slaughtered next day.

When your lamp gets dim,
Fuel it with old pleasures.
When the snow freeze you,
Dissolve it with warmth of home.
When you lose precious things,
Think of the time umbilical cord broken.

Never miss your white ticket
On the way ,my child.
You will follow me,
Sometimes, I shall you.
Since farewell tears are garbage of emotion,
Be always happy,my child.


For 'Children' contest by Debora Guzzi
(Musk-deer seeks musk without knowing the fact that musk is kept within itself)
FABIYAS M V


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TYPE- WRITING CLASS

A.S.D.F……..he typed,
Retyped,
Again did it, again, again………
Tick….tick, tick….tick……minutes sicken.

Soon his nearby seat she took,
A new student with hairs black,
Just a glance,
Next day, a smile, sprouted silent roots.

She got up and turned;
Her shampoo smelling hairs patted
On his face,
By chance.

That night on red bed his,
Fancy dress contest of fancies.
In love birth pain,
He does roll, twist, turn…………

He is earlier student, day next,
In attires newest.
But she came never,
Vanished in the life clouds.

Slim…..brown…..gentle…..
Still lingers shampoo smell.
His solitude pokes the sensorium,
Recollections….tick….tick, tick….seriatim.


(Set against shy rural background)
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A Lunatic Lady

In the harvested field near the canal,
she roams with a mind slid from its rail.
Her muddy skirt and brownish hairs 
flutter in the salty wind like flags of insanity.
A lonely night – the west wind smells the burnt canal fish.
Fire burns like her emotions on the bank.

“During the windy season, lunacy’s let loose” – her shrieks
and shouts are neglected in the rural logic a night.

As her stomach swells like a ball day by day,
many questions bulge out.

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A Gentle Lady who Looks Back

Leaning on the deluxe seat,
She munches banana chips.
Her handsome husband breathes near
And an air-cooler blows chill.
Yet, she looks back from the car.

The vehicles fly, scattering on road.
One bike chases so close,
As it tries to kiss the car.
His hand has locked her shoulder;
Often, they swing together in ditches.
Yet, she looks back from the car.

He made her shine in rare jewels.
The moments sway in chitchat.
Now, their car diverts
To some pleasure zenith.
Yet,it is unknown why she looks back.


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Missing Couple

Beginning unknown :
Still the canoe floated
The calluses paddled.

Sunny days and moonless nights
I have watched them floating
On the river meandering.

The canoe rose and fell
On the wavelets ten thousand times
During the springs.

Black the hairs were ;
Many winters passed ;
Now snow white being exposed.

Narrow escapes
From the maelstroms unexpected,
And forward floated.

A long voyage ; two together ;
Funeral feast smells ;
They drink to the lees.

A long missing : one doubts
They rest under the holy *banyan tree ;
Empty canoe tied to the tree.



*Banyan tree is a holy tree for Hindus.



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The Holy Book

Let its light of peace
Not be shaded by
The bullets and bombs.

Let the wounds cut and shot
By some senseless
Not scatter terror around it.

Let a few blind 
Not choke it, locking it
In private drawers.

Let its words, ’’To slay one innocent
Is like  slaying all the humans.’’
Put your guns down.

Let its fields, where 
The truths and miracles ripened,
Be reaped by all.

Let this holy bloom,
Bloomed in the boundless desert,
Fill its fragrance in the rotten valleys.

FABIYAS M V
(Dedicated to Mr.Abdurab,a social worker at Maranchery,Kerala ,India who requested me to write on this theme.)


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