Wild beauties all the way

The wild beauties were in ecstasy

They were dancing like mad

Their steps were erratic

And not in tune with the music…

That was sleep inducing and gentle.

The wild beauties made their presence felt

There was a sort of drunkenness about them

The one draped in yellow looked more aggressive

The tall trees which stood here and there

Just nodded their heads in appreciation

The birds were not all that happy

May be because the dry leaves blocked their way.

With the dark clouds well spread and ‘spotless’

The evening sun called it a day.

The show of the wild beauties went on

But none to watch, not even the stray dog

The long winding road looked barren

Had it been a sunny day

I would have enjoyed the fun

But on sunny days they stand still

Much to our annoyance.

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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