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Day 353: Serendipity

My home is a luminous pearl
in the Indian Ocean
I am told.
An iridescent drop
of Buddha’s tears,
haunting and beautiful.

This home I collect,
through historical memory.
People, places, and spices,
teasing the edges of my senses,
like the ebbs and flows of waves
on the beaches of Colombo –
or is it Jaffna –
I can no longer recollect,
as snow sticks to my shoes now,
the sand, long fallen off.

My destiny is to wonder,
the pundits tell me.
The part of my hair,
never falling straight,
a zigzagged road home.
My feet too wide,
and steps to quick
to stay rooted.
A future prescribed
by ancestral physiology.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Attempting to discover more about myself and the world

2 thoughts on “Day 353: Serendipity

  1. very nice.

    On Sun, Dec 18, 2016 at 6:06 AM, My Poetic Heart wrote:

    > My Poetic Heart posted: “My home is a luminous pearl in the Indian Ocean I > am told. An irressident drop of Buddha’s tears, haunting and beautiful. > This home I collect, through historical memory. People, places and spices, > teasing the edges of my senses, like the ebs and flows of” >

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