April Showers - Sketches
K. Radhakumar *
On one occasion,
he thanked a kind God
for his success.
'You are a kind God,' said he
and looked at the understanding sky.
he blamed everybody except himself
for his failure.
'Fate is not kind to me,' said he
and stared out at the vast emptiness
that was the sky.
His words disappeared into the ether,
debt of gratitude, deep sigh and all.
A baby was crying...
Like lightning came in
The mother busy as a bee.
She took it in her arms
And changed its wet nappy.
Her clean and soft palms
Caressed the baby fat
And cradled it against her breast.
The baby was no longer crying, and
And it bloomed in her sleep.
The baby grew up...
April showers or not
He cried as if there was nothing to smile about.
When he was a child
There was at least someone to say,
'Don't you be such a crybaby.'
Today there was none.
The river of life
Flowed down into the ocean of the unknown
The swift current taking along
The silt of cancer, HIV, terrorism...
And he cried himself into early grave.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on April 15, 2017.
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