Ageing

Someone I have seen In frocks and skirts In pavadai-sokka In pavadai-davani I met yesterday In a sari We measure out our lives In clothes-changes But ageing is relative, too After all After the

Flipping through the pages of An alumni magazine I bumped into (Admittedly electronically) A co-author And found him to be An old friend Oi Birdie Hey Svai The shouts rang out (Admittedly

When we were young Our fights were like Summer thumderstorms Intense but Quick to pass As we grow older Our behaviour grows colder We draw our differences out A prolonged drought We never forget We