Subramanian brings us a stark, beautifully poignant poetic meditation that lays bare the existential struggles of unrecognised genius and the quiet agony of ageing creative minds.
Talent is a firefly, a moment.
Of light in the dark.
In this land, it’s a disquieting wait
For the blossom to bear fruit!
Dark shadows, a lifelong mate,
Fireflies ever chasing light!
Here, talent is never able to bloom
In a convivial bed.
It is an arduous trek to glean
Few sparklers on your palm!
When grey hairs nudge the back
Bones cleave to the coffin!
These senescent thoughts
Are a dewdrop on a palsy leaf
Beyond the pale of silence.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
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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