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Jayashri Narayanan

Abstract


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Jayashri Narayanan

Abstract


I Was Kind To 2018

I Was Kind To 2018

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You know,

It's Christmas

And

My Heart feels like a Mere Czechoslovakia

C-Z-E-C-H-O-S-L-O-V-A-K-I-A,

And

My 2018 is nothing more than a WorldWar

W-O-R-L-D-W-A-R.


My Dad used to tell me histories

Of Great Legends

And

Adolf Hitler was one of them.

As we gaze at those beautiful stars

During our Long nights,

My Dad's tongue hold history

As his eyes twirl the whole Geography

And 

As of me,

Picturing them

In my Brain

Like a 3 hours movie.


In 1918,

Czechoslovakia's first freedom 

Happened after first World War,

Was a Floral tribute

To natives of

Czechs and Slovaks,

Which is nothing more than my Heart

In the first four months of 2018.

My Heart was decorated with Floral patterns

With Dreams and Thoughts.


Czechs were my Dreams

And

Slovaks were my Thoughts,

In between the Natives.

Slovaks were industrially developed

Whereas 

Czechs not.

That's the relationship between

My Dreams and Thoughts.


Wait,

May be I will go like this,

"January February March April" 

Felt like

A Bright Wood from a Green Meadow 

In Freedom.

What happened to Czechoslovakia?

You might ask!

After Second World War 

Czechoslovakia became feckless and dissolute

Into Czech(Bohemia and Moravia) and Slovakia(Ruthenia)

Because of Hitler,

As a consequence of ending WWII

With his Capitalism.


My Heart was like Second World War

In the rest of the months,

Was dissolute into Epicardium and Myocardium like Czech

With 

Endocardium like Slovakia.

Wait again,

Maybe I will go like this,

"May June July August September November December"

And I don't want to mention the month 

That broke my Heart into 3 parts

Which I am still trying to recover,

Felt like the Dark wood from the White Meadow.


Oh Shirley, Oh Shirley,

I couldn't get my 2018

Explained without much pain and complexity.

So, I am Concerned 

About 

My Words being Kind to 2018

To bid Farewell.

May be I will go like this,

I am so grateful for 2018

For making my Soul Connected to things

Which I never imagined

I will get connected to.

I am so grateful for 2018

For making me less concerned about my Heart

And 

More about Czechoslovakia and my Dad's Stories,

For I miss them now

More than my Heart

And 

This is just a mere attempt on

How to be kind with 2018.


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