Poems by
Raj Nair

Ours Truly

a poem by Raj Nair

Clad in my tidy uniform
As fresh as the day
Back to school in the New Year
Shining shoes and the bloated tie

‘Grown up’ as my parents grin
Blushing purple, I waited for him
His yelling that triggers my day
Bang, I grab the bag in style

‘Hurry up! An early assembly’
His shouts subdued as he drools
Eyes that caressed my flashy attire
We mirrored each other to perfection

All the way in pride and esteem
We walked together a long walk
A whimsical walk that neither forgets
Sharing joys that holidays hath brought

A walk too long with the shortest steps
A talk too long in aimless bliss
A longing for those days to return
Another year in school- too long to bear

At last we reached the school
The compromise that we ought to make
Hands clasped together in fear
As the gates closed for the day’s prayer

Left stranded together in the kerb
We waited for the doors to budge
While we row up for the meet
Together we cooked up stories to please

Canes whipped our hands red
A roughshod very early in the year
Long since tears have blocked our eyes
More on offer, as the holidays bygone

Teachers badge us the ‘naughty two’
They scorn us sitting together always
Punishments were the order of the day
Scions of nonsense did we represent

We reveled in those subtle moments
That severe storm had got in store
A longed break from the demonic school
Many like souls joined our bandwagon

Scenes in those mid- terms
Parents and teachers meet for worse
The burgeoning ball of wrath
And the silhouetting face of terror

Bashing black and blue, my dad rests
-Common offerings wagered for discipline-
Rather unbiased gesture for both of us
But sobbing got bitten shy in togetherness

Those days we seldom dissuade
From childish skirmishes and satirical joys
Both, youngest for our moms ‘n’ pops
Pampered, Tender, adored and the gambles

Yes, he was my great mate
We made good friends together
In the Hamlet as interesting as our days
Far secluded from the material world

We owed joy to each other
Life got defined by friendship
Where isolation meant austerity
Great times were they forever