Francy

When dragonflies hover

Above the pond algae,

Remembrance of one 

Who reached fame in the discovery

Of the rare one of those.

Francy was effervescent,

Full of joy in meeting people, 

Full of questions

About world politics to home fronts.

As a son, brother, husband,

Father, friend and colleague

He left his indelible mark

As someone whose joyful presence

Meant immortality.

Thressiamma

For six years, you trod this earth

Sprinkling love and light into our lives,

Coating in vivacity in immemmorable ways,

Our daily routines and mundane tasks.

Sometimes it was like the explosion of a weather balloon

When the sound exploded frighteningly in your deaf years

Or it was like the enjoyment of fish curry on your palate.

Your extraordinary reactions still stay indelible.

The radiant smile that reflected in your sparkling eyes;

The warmth of your glance reached with affection everyone around.

You have left us bereft for more than sixty years;

Yet, yours is the image that floats over the pages of my mind more frequently;

The dark short curls bobbed and mischief lit the eyes

I feel grateful to have lived in the time of Thressiamma.