Facts and Fiction, Groningen, Netherlands, P U Krishnan, Poems

I know not which way I must look…

As you step out of the house, you get a warm welcome (the bone chilling winds at times notwithstanding). The trees which invite you stand in a row, maintaining equidistance between them. You can rest assured of a couple of other things, a pond and those doves and ducks of all sizes.

You just forget the worldly affairs like the shopping lists you carry with you or an appointment with somebody, so that you stop here and there to have a glimpse of the floating birds or the flowery creepers who live happily on the slopes of the pond. Then there are a few giant sized birds (call them what you will) who are reluctant to move about in search of food… may be they are pondlords!

Before you leave this street take note of the nearby houses or some such things which would remain in your brain so that you won’t be confused when you comeback.

Having done this you may follow the road ahead or turn this way or that way. You will come across several ponds surrounded by trees and meadows and of course those flat footed birds – by the way, you don’t have to stand all the time, for there are benches fixed at strategic points.

The poet in you wakes up or those immortal lines of Wordsworth, Keats or Shelly come to your mind in a flash.

With all this don’t be under the impression that a Wordsworth or any poets of yore would be in a position to create something like,

“Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary highland lass!

Reaping and singing by herself…”

All these lovely places mentioned above are part of a small city in Netherlands!

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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