A Romantic Conceit
K. Radhakumar *
The yellow leaves dance in the breeze
Their hearts burning with hope and desire.
Do I feel a change
A great change
In the rhythm of the times
We live in?
I take a shower in the morning
And it sprays me with blood
Red and warm blood.
When I open the newspaper
Folded up and delivered by the hawker
A hand grenade
And parts of human body
Fall onto the floor.
For a moment
The words dance before my eyes.
I am here
As if nothing has happened.
I go back in time
Still green leaves!
I go ahead of time -
There is no death,
After sunset
The moon shines in the sky.
The spiritual part of myself
And the other part have drifted apart
But I am still alive
Forgetting I am growing old and dying.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on December 26, 2015.
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