Here’s a poignant elegy by Subramanian, exclusively for Different Truths.
Away from the mundane groans of the day, stereotyped chatter and blasé outpourings! Life beats around them, as would a moth ticking round the wall clock; its emptiness has a hollow echo of the shapeless wild. A whitened leaf on a bleary branch. On a wintry evening, when I scan the sky, The pale milky bough fills the eye. The hair on my arm bristles up to see the prankish slow wink of rare stars. A burgeoning cosmic radiance spreads its munificence across the sky bed. A permanent glow in the womb of the dark to unfasten the mind from its cogs. My mother, her bones giving way, ever looked up to the sky for the final bliss. I hearken to her last battle-worn days, awaiting the faint call of the last dirge. Always let my mind take its solace.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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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