ചില്ലുതൊലിയുള്ള തവള

It’s  a  lunar eclipse

In the deep holy lagoon…

My eyes wandered to watch the skies 

Beading the dewdrops

On the wavy stands of the womb( belly).

So unassuming is the language of Sebastian just like the simple lives it delineates… blazing like the unadorned candles lit by the downtrodden and the outcast in front of a village church, it spreads a luminous glow.