An evocative poem by Subramanian celebrates the change of seasons and the beauty of nature, exclusively for Different Truths.
May’s heat, in these spiked times, Sends pulse on a rickety spin, tossing between hope that shouldn’t flag, and fear choked in the interstices. Bricked in silence within four walls, Is a sentence imposed by the Inscrutable, a stiff quilt to outflank winter! My senses glow when a serene cuckoo Wings to the next tree, a fluffy pigeon Doodles a lullaby to a waking dawn, When the slivers of light beam across the grill … but lost for now to human smell. Lost for now but not hopefully forever? We have exulted when dew goblets Moistened the bud of joy and growth, Glowing rivulets flowed in a Serpentine route to a destination, A desired goal post, flag of triumph! Did we hazard a guess as to what sniffed in the heart of aerosols? Never! The long flowing memory Could not disown, let alone discard The perils of ineptitude, pages marred By terrible suffering and pain of deaths! We fall by the wayside, pick our sagging bones to yank our frame, stand up! Live for another day to hoist the post. Hope is beating of wings, happiness sensing the blue sky!
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K.S. Subramanian has published two volumes of poetry titled Ragpickers and Treading on Gnarled Sand through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. His poem ‘Dreams’ won the cash award in Asian Age, a daily published from New Delhi. He has been featured in MuseIndia. His poems and short stories have also appeared in magazines, anthologies and web sites run at home and abroad. He is a retd. Senior Asst. Editor from The Hindu, India.
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