fledgling

Good morning! It is Day 3! What's up? We are already preparing to leave the hotel. It is around 7:30 in the morning and we will be checking out within half an hour and embark on the last leg of our journey. I took one last stroll around the vertical garden, the room and my favorite spots. I was leaving with a heavy heart, I knew. This was our last day at this beautiful place and today will write my final memories in this place. And? We boarded the cab to spend our day seeing the last few attractions saved for the last of our trip. Our first spot was quite far away - about 35 kilometres away from our hotel. We were headed towards Poombarai, a beautiful hamlet in the outskirts of Kodaikanal. This wasn't just a spot - it was once home to the notorious Seevalaperi Pandi, a Tirunelveli goon who once was the king of headlines in the 1980s.  This hamlet had a lot in store for us - beautiful carrot and garlic plantations dotting the borders of the hills. The villages

Why did you? Was the raw flesh of your own child The only answer to your monstrous hunger? Why did you crave for The blood of your own child? The thin ray of sunlight That melted the darkness of his mother's womb Just moments ago Now evaporated The darkness gripping him tight yet again This time, in fear and fright Is this just a nightmare? Will the stifling darkness melt away Will the warmth of hope Ever kiss this child of yours again? Even before the child Could grow its own wings You snipped and tore his future And killed the robust young man of tomorrow You crushed its dreams under your feet Though the innocent child clung onto you You buried the poor soul deeper The one that breathes life into farmer's fruit Has shattered the lives of not one, but two Let him sleep in his mother's lap The creator beneath the soil Her arms hugging him tight amid tears His own mother's plea To hold her son tight, like she would As the heat drains