Where rain, the lively
Playfully sliding the thatched slopes
Rushes to gutters in streams
With dried husks and leaves
And a new resolve to start everything
Afresh, along its muddy, swift course...
Where the expectant mother fish
Agog with her creative expectation
Escapes the dried pond
To end her summer quarantine
Braving the threats of silent annihilation,
And emits life to fill the vacuum...
Where the thundering frogs
Leap-frogging one upon the other,
Remonstrate with one and all
Over the ignominy of yesteryear,
And take yet another chance with destiny,
Their feeble limbs notwithstanding....
Where the haughty succulents,
Overwhelmed by the watery affluence,
Spring up from hell and assert
Their right to arrogance undiluted
Digesting sludge and discards
Along an embellished crimson hedge...
Where reptiles drift helter-skelter
Seeing their abode pitiably inundated
No longer a time for slumber it is, they run
By instinct for catching the straw
And stumble their way
To the safe haven of uprooted cacti...
Where the seasoned bamboo spine
Full of hatred for its struggling neighbourhood
Lies clandestine in the melted soil
Awaiting an ultra-soft-target–
The cracked heel of a hapless child
Wading for crabs for his midday feast...
Where waters evaporate
Drawing a close to the lively spell,
The autumn rays soon overtake
Driving fish sibling to premature deaths
And lily shoots to desiccate and hibernate
Under a touching prayer for a quick rebirth...
There I learnt my first lessons
Very intricate they are, I am unable to unlearn,
Sometimes I feel
The world has no need of these
But I cannot help being goaded by it
But I cannot keep them far behind.
Labels: In Harness: my old poems