ONAM

It took me twenty five years;

                                                to miss an onam

The cultural tribute, we keralites pay.

The king’s name was Bali,

We ,his people adore him Mahabali.

Sent to the underworld with a jesting blessing,

His soothing reign, that  we always demand.

Onam, our welcomenote to his majesty

A legacy that we keep pass on to the next.

We used to wander across the country sides,

Insearch of those delightful colours,

 Salute him with elegant floral carpets,

Primed with pleasure and virtues we had.

We used to sing ,swing and play

To make him feel, we all are well

We wore new dresses ,and put some make up

In admiration of those blissful days.

Amma will make a delicious feast; Those million tastes

i wish they stay forever,inside my soul.

It took me twentyfive years ;

to miss an Onam

Don’t know how more will it need ;

to reclaim those innocence.

Today, the world ‘idolise ‘ him, he is

Brand ‘maveli’ and this is ‘onam season’.

He jumps out from LCD screens; wears new  silks,

Cooks with an Oven and rides new bikes .

We lost his dreams and themes,in our past

And his splendour saga far before that.

He is just a funny fat guy;at least for now

he is brand 'maveli' and this is 'onam season'.

Now i am in my office chair

Making a profit-loss balance sheet

I enjoy my ‘happy onam’ day

After a well paid ‘readymade’ feast.

Am afraid to say ; stop these reckless acts

As the crowd will see the outlaw in me.