A flood of dancing circles, <br />My first alphabet in muddy water <br /> <br />Leaning over the banisters, <br />I overhear them, <br />As usual, of Smart City, <br />Of Internet banking, <br />Of how Wipro lost its project. <br /> <br />Reminiscences, <br />Only a few, <br /> <br />Once my mom came to my school <br />To show my identification marks, <br /> <br />At nine, <br />rubber groves and sunken lanes, <br />hovering over me, <br /> <br />I was thirteen then, <br />We went for an excursion, <br />I collected the photographs of my friends, <br /> <br />After three years, <br />My professor said, <br />Your reading on resonance column is wrong, <br /> <br />At twenty, <br />I closed my eyes, <br />When our car broke down <br />On the way to my Granny’s funeral, <br /> <br />When I was twenty two, <br />I used to say, <br />I don’t know anything <br /> <br />Later, <br />I picked a green tender leaf <br />From a mosanta in my courtyard.<br /><br />Minnu Serah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flood-of-dancing-circles/
