The yellow leaves in the autumn
K. Radhakumar *
It is autumn
And dead leaves are falling, are falling...
The treetops are swaying, are swaying
In the soothing breeze.
It is a pleasant place
And I get the feeling
The dead and yellow leaves are falling
Of their own accord;
The heavy fall of the leaves
Has nothing to do with, nothing to do with
The gentle breeze in the evening.
Drunk with wonder
I stand for a long time
Gazing into the sight
And I feel myself going out of me.
An image appears before me
And it is a charming image.
The charming image of death and I
Our eyes meet for a split second.
Ah, death is not bad looking.
Wonders will never cease!
Interval!
The remaining part of the play is illogical.
The baby girl has grown
Since the last time I saw her
On her mother's lap.
She is growing into a beautiful young woman.
All of a sudden the young woman dies
Of breast cancer
She is the very image of death
On the hospital bed,
Her appearance completely out of character
And ugly.
New Year revelries
Car accidents
Absurd car accidents
Deaths and deaths and deaths.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on June 11, 2018.
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