The paddy fields 
Monthly Archives: April 2005
The mountains and my ancestors 
The mountains and my ancestors
These mountains had existed
When my ancestors had lived
They had roamed their risky ridges
Their tall silhouettes scurrying for cover
When dark silences echoed in the hollows
A silky sky touched the mountaintop
While fluffy cotton clouds had cast
Diaphanous shadows on their flanks
In the unblinking moments of my eyes
They saw my foolish childhood
in knickers, asking silly questions
These were the very questions
That were asked by my ancestors
Who wore foolish togas and thought
They mastered the mountains end to end.
The paddy fields 
The mountains and lakes 
The Tirumala hills 
view from the hillock 
The distant mountains 
The hills beyond 
the mountains 
