POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
So
much loss … where?
So
much loss, so much into the world
Of
mystery, poetry, death and duration
Short
and turning tuned like dawn and dusk,
Where
man’s limitations are yet to be exposed,
Where
humanity sleeps in its own way,
A
corner and calm each in its tender way.
Monsters
are everywhere lurking,
People
fallen, killed, forgotten,
Death
and dust bin swallowing,
Where,
poetry alone with poets
Of
imagination remain among us,
Unimagined
, stay for ever
A
recordation enduring.
No comments:
Post a Comment