Black Comedy
- Deep from the Soul -
K. Radhakumar *
What shall I write?
Why bother to write?
Why oh why should I write?
You can write
On anything under the sun.
A cup of tea!
A red rose!
Today is Friday.
Dreams!
My strange dreams!
My strange dreams were a source of inspiration –
Not anymore.
The countryside greeted me;
I drew inspiration
From the broad smile of the countryside.
No longer can I make friends with her.
As I get older,
The eternal spring of hope is beginning to dry up.
Time says,
'That's not what I mean at all.'
Life says,
'That's not what I mean at all.'
The two are talking at cross purposes.
Today is Friday.
Resurrection is drawing near
But the truth is yet to be crucified.
Time flies.
Death comes in no time.
I have had a wasted life;
There is no meaning in it.
Nobody knows me
I do not know me.
Life!
My life!
What is life?
What is my life?
I haven't lived –
I haven't lived my life yet.
My life is not complete.
No wall separates
The living and the dead.
Death!
Even death does not make life meaningful.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was posted on September 30, 2014.
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