Summer without rain
K. Radhakumar *
I think I feel a drop of rain.
No, it isn't.
This hot, hot summer
It's almost killing me.
Will there be rain tomorrow?
It's just a thought.
Dry thought
Of a dry season.
It does not look like rain.
I am all damp
My skin is damp with perspiration.
Times have changed
And are getting worse and worse.
My grip on life is relaxed:
I do not know where I was born
I also do not know when I was born.
The traveler on the road
With no end!
The golden flower I came for
Disappears from sight.
Nothing is right –
The sun does not shine,
The birds do not fly.
Space and time
These do not exist.
And wonder of wonders
The world always gets the blame
For everything that goes wrong
Not I the traveller.
A rootless traveller
Moving from one milestone to another!
Ah, love!
I wish my life was rooted
In a flame-red house
By the roadside
And there,
I will not mind
The blinding light of high noon.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on July 01, 2016.
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