Read Kamalinee Mukherjee's poem - My Kerala:
Emerald green smudginess against teary blue skies
Ripple of whispering waves wrapped around hulls
Sudden gusts of sweet palm fragrance filling the air
We sigh, wide-eyed, breathless, inflamed, we mull
Slithering shine of blue-black hoods of royal Kings
Herds in uniforms of gray n ivory thundering by
Crystalline scales swimming olive opaque canals
Feathered wings on which wet, wondrous hearts fly
A history drenched in myth-entwined moments
Music, choreography, celluloid, the words of moving time
A mélange of smiling faces, simple uncomplicated eyes
An avalanche of tongue-dancing flavors, ever so sublime.
Sylvan forests that defy measures of attempted rhyme
Milk-white waterfalls laughing loudly at every line
Which divine brush stroke painted this pastoral frame?
Whose incandescent yearning dares gives perfection names?
How must I try and try to encapsulate this myriad memory
There is no full stop to the chapter “Kerala” in my story….