Kamalinee MukherjeeThe long shooting schedule of Pulimurugan in Kerala, has made Kamalinee Mukherjee fall in love with the God's Own Country. She has penned down her love for this south Indian state in a poem.
Read Kamalinee Mukherjee's poem - My Kerala:
Emerald green smudginess against teary blue skies
Ripple of whispering waves wrapped around hulls
Sudden gusts of sweet palm fragrance filling the air
We sigh, wide-eyed, breathless, inflamed, we mull
Slithering shine of blue-black hoods of royal Kings
Herds in uniforms of gray n ivory thundering by
Crystalline scales swimming olive opaque canals
Feathered wings on which wet, wondrous hearts fly
A history drenched in myth-entwined moments
Music, choreography, celluloid, the words of moving time
A mélange of smiling faces, simple uncomplicated eyes
An avalanche of tongue-dancing flavors, ever so sublime.
Sylvan forests that defy measures of attempted rhyme
Milk-white waterfalls laughing loudly at every line
Which divine brush stroke painted this pastoral frame?
Whose incandescent yearning dares gives perfection names?
How must I try and try to encapsulate this myriad memory
There is no full stop to the chapter “Kerala” in my story….
