Cicadas(ചീവീട്) in my motherland - Kerala
Silence is relative to each land.
In my homeland, Kerala,
It is the sound of Cicadas,
That always plays in the background.
I have never seen them,
But I know they are around me,
On the green, leafy trees of
This tropical land.
Vehicles have to horn loud here,
To outperform Cicadas’ song.
Even the engines are designed
To produce sounds louder.
What would they be singing about,
Day and night, without a break?
Are they reciting a poem about
Insect world and their dreams?
How many of them will be living around my house?
I suppose at least a hundred.
Thank you, Cicadas, for the white noise
To calm down my busiest mind.