Bayonet Flowers (poem)

Bayonet flowers (poem)

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There drew a line where mustards grew yellow

The breeze blew soft still 

Across the line

Overriding the raucous bullet men.

Wounds and shared love

Strange men with bayonet thoughts

The rustic smell of baking rotis

Songs that healed

What a mish-mash of lived experiences!

Could-have-been moments

Lost moments of joys eternal

Feet that fled

Heartbeats that did not

The roots grew big

Turned into sinewy rivers of glassy fibre

sailing mystery cargoes of lost centuries

In mystical packets of timeplexed waves

Miracles begin in tiny seeds

Mustard flowers bear silent witness

 -- Madhavan N ,2022