Swing

aiyyo..enne

kshemikyenam Amme

endu kaanunnu

ivide

..?

kallikyaan inikyu..

smashaana

bhoomi

aano

kittiye

..?

i hear

the form

beside me

calling out

the voice

booming

through

a still

clearing..

i look

far ahead

to see

two muddy forms

one long

so long

one small

like me..

making some sort of

wave designs

in wet clay..

but they

have stopped

suddenly

as i hear

kannan speak

these words..

i see

them turn

they are now

looking

at us..

peering

in some

strange surprise

peering..

with

huge round eyes..

they are

staring

at us..

like we

are strangers here..

but..

it is

a sad sight now..

to one another

they are

reaching out..

to shield

the other

from some

unknown danger..

now the

small one

has placed

its hands

trying to cover

the big one’s

face..

the big one

meanwhile

is busy trying

to gather

the little one

within

the safety

of

its dark coil

but..

wait..

what is this

?

the fence..

this place

has a fence?

a fence

is rising..

slowly

black..

jet black

just

like me..

rising around

the boundary

of this ground

before us..

very slowly

like smoke

it is rising

all round

the periphery

of this ground

separating

the eyes

from the sight

before us

eyes cant

see

them anymore

but the rising

has not

stopped..

oh how dark

this…

fence…

has crossed

the height

of the swaying trees..

the fence

is rising

toward the sky..

and now

its top

has…disappeared…

into eternity..

the fence

the wall

has blocked

our road

ahead..

the fence

dark and tall..

stands

like

the end

of our world