The Sun Behind the Cloud
K. Radhakumar *
I have not come here
As a singer
But go back I will
As one singing a soulful song.
Yesterday the man looked miserable;
Today he is all sweetness and light.
Culture shock!
This is his baptism of fire.
For a man born and bred in the city
This is a pregnant change.
Here in the village
Colourful flowers toss and turn
In the afternoon breeze.
Migratory birds have flocked together
By the lake.
What a sight!
It speaks for itself.
The mango grove smells good
And makes me hungry for the beautiful
The quintessence of life.
Children playing in the park
Birds flying in the sky
Flowers opening out to the setting sun
They all look at me and say,
'Sing up, let's hear you.'
The surrounding wood sends back an echo,
'Sing up, let's hear you.'
A voice behind me sings out,
'Sing up, please.'
I have no option
But to write my poem
Sing my song
From the depths of my soul
When I am back
In the heart of the noisy city
From my sojourn in the country
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on May 12, 2017.
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