Easter Peace
K. Radhakumar *
After sleeping well for hours
A dream wakes to a bright morning.
The morning says Today is Sunday
Think of a day, any day.
If you leave it with me
This any day is always a Friday.
On Fridays, my wild desires are crucified
For I always wake up and say
Today is Friday.
Never, never have I questioned
What desire is.
Perhaps, desire in itself is not a bad thing
And I always feel
The resurrection of desires
Long crucified desires On Sundays.
In the wee hours today
My old love came back for a moment.
Hope springs to my eyes;
The bitter mood of melancholy is vanished
No cloud floats
The deep blue sky envelops
The virgin earth,
The earth clad in her fineries And it appears
I am grown mellower with age.
My Christ whose last act of life
Appeals to me Like the last words
Of Caesar and Gandhi
Has run away from here
On seeing the eastern horizon
Blooming the pretty.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on January 02, 2018.
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