The Boy Who Drowned

Written by: FABIYAS M V

Diving and swimming joys
Haunted him that sunny morning.
He took a towel
And left his home sweet.

Later, seeking woman saw
Dearest half-trousers
On the bank of pond.
She stranded in black mud of pain.

Her eyes are bare, and veins dried.
Holy men make the pyre,
Cutting lonely tree in the yard,
And all its buds fall down.

FABIYAS M V