The call of the wood
K. Radhakumar *
A lonesome path
In the wood
A traveller by night
No good vision
Unlike a cat
All the same the traveller goes
In the wood
At night
The predicament the traveller is in
The absurdity of the situation
Life is a sad affair
Full of anxieties and uncertainties
Many things are beyond him
A poor driver
Driving in the dark tunnel
Not seeing
Not seeing at all
Beyond the beam from the headlight
Come come
Thou will-o'-the-wisp of Lamphelpat
Strange it is we have not met
Come come
For you I will push
The pole of my fishing net
In its position
It is a dark night. No moon is seen.
An owl hoots nearby. Dogs bark in the light drizzle.
The path is slippery. The traveller is hungry and thirsty.
He sees many fellow travellers following the primrose
path to nothingness. No name. No identity. No nothing.
A faint echo
The call of the lonesome path
In the wood
A traveller by night
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on October 25, 2018.
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