A Poem to Revisit
Shouldn’t I have a moment’s respite?
To chart a course, different from those
Of your ordained circuit?
At the permanent set
In the monotonous drama
Enacted every day
For those stultifying hours,
I stand to play a trivial bit
Before the audience captive
And the involved critics.
Now I ponder restlessly: Aren't these--
The robe with its cushion padding,
The spongy flooring, and the felt ceiling —
Keeping me miles away from me?
Under the glare
Of the high-wattage drama,
I’ve been dancing restless
For these countless hours,
Grasping little and realising none
Whose revelry did I join?
How long these twirls, and what for these gambols?
Has finally descended on me in that hour soporific
A jasmine of distance, swinging in her grace
Chanting the hymns from the freedom epic.
Her poignant look
With its instinctive appeal
Hints at the trail
To a sequestered alley,
My fatigued person simmering inside
Collects a few strands of my spirit,
I just wish to ramble away alone.
I have understood
The sweet whispers of the dreamy woods
Its inviting signals, distinct from miles
Stirs me now to rise in revolt.
Thus I start my escapeOn the heels of my unsure steps
In my timid moments;
But going there so close as one would wish―
It needs no petty sidling but giant strides,
I’m sure I can’t ramble my way up to it.
A. N. Nanda
Labels: In Harness: my old poems