When my eyes closed at night,
You coloured my dream, Kerala.
I saw myself dipping my fingers
In a pond where fishes played.
Then as I heard a thunder-
And a fresh drop from the sky
Fell on my cheek, I ran-
Through the muddy paths
And stepped home drenched,
Wet brown footprints patterned the floor.
I heard my mother yell,
Her face as the sun at noon.
But I didn't care,
The twinkle in my eyes remained,
I had enjoyed myself!
