Death
K. Radhakumar *
We take a stroll in the garden,
My beloved and I
And all of a sudden I see
The garden is in full bloom early this spring.
What a nice surprise!
Happiness sings inside me
And my coyness is in flower
Over the last few moments
When I see my beloved
Picking me a bunch of flowers.
Towards me comes my beloved
Holding the gift of life in his hand
And his face wearing a happy look.
In his happiness he is not aware
A flower on a short stalk
Has loosened its links
With the beautiful bunch of flowers
And has fallen on the path of love
Right under a pair of black boots.
Philosophers do not use to make
A distinction between the two
Fresh flowers falling through
For no apparent fault
And withered flowers falling in the winter.
All things fade into insignificance.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on May 13, 2016.
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