Under the heating skies of Kankasanthurai
the sweat streaked
down my legs .
They landed on the neat tarred road
in drops like ,
there was little wind
that cooled wet cheeks.
A little ahead , in Elephant Pass
there was sun set one side
and one raised voice
"hey you,
there is sun rise on the other."
A little more to Aiyyakachchiya
to the water wells of healing powers,
a few more kilometres
drove to Ariyale
from the old to new roads,
old and new points,
teared eyes were gulped
warm hugs slipped
sweeping the walls of Iranamadu.
There is joy flooded,
love swamping.
Headlights illuminated nothing
but a night was impossible
because ,
there was humanity cascading,
not even canon sounds
one does hear
shrieking Thal trees
and sand trembled
unlike then.
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