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Subha Rajagopalan

Abstract


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Subha Rajagopalan

Abstract


The Wave Series: Palm Fronds

The Wave Series: Palm Fronds

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The water leaps high,

Engulfing me in a loving embrace

Like close family, a long lost friend

Leaves rustle;

Catching up on the latest local gossip.

Crabs come out their holes,

Doing a drunken dance;

Welcoming an old pal,

To join the party.


This is home,

Where a part of me still lives;

Cherishing stories of lazy Sundays,

On the sands and the seas,

Where the remaining part of me,

Longs to join.

This is home,

Where I will always be more girl than woman.


It’s about time,

I dust the sands off my clothes.

One long lasting deep breath,

To my heart’s content,

And my lungs full

A supply to last,

Until next time.


Swishing palms catch my attention,

I can hear a goodbye;

I wave back

As I leave my home behind.


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