And Late is Life Coming Into Flower
- Deep from the Soul -
K. Radhakumar *
My morbid fascination with death!
Why in time one will be dead and buried.
It's as simple as that.
Just look at the rising and the setting
... .. .!
Why bother about the inevitable
Birth, death and whatnot?
Breathing between the rising
And the falling of the
. . .. . . . .. .?
My head aches
And is filled with conflicting philosophies.
I have been thinking all the time,
Thinking all the time
About the inevitable
And I have become the thought in the process.
Yes, I am my own thought itself.
There is no me
And my conflicting philosophies
Existing distinctly
And independent of each other
But there is only the thought itself.
A morbid obsession with
The rubbish in a dustbin.
Life is not
RID.
After a long time
My eyes are filled with tears
And I see
The garden roses have been in flower.
The flowers are swaying in the breeze,
Bees and butterflies are swarming
All over the place.
But I realise roses have been in flower
Bees or no bees
Breeze or no breeze.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on April 06 2013.
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