Poem without title
C P Aboobaker
It was while I was walking along the lane
To the little springs of water --
Lo, yonder water plant has bloomed
And grassroots have shed tears,
Heaviness hanging on their feet
Bending against the muddy walls.
Time passes away,
I walk back along the lane;
Sun sets,
Twilight comes,
Lanes are dark.
What is happening in the ocean?
Has it torn open its heart
To accept a sun
From among the thousand suns in the skies?
Is its heart filled with warmth?
Are sky and sea embracing each other
Into a big heap of embers?
On the river banks rain has stopped;
Is the river remaining, a teasing lover?
Somewhere, drinking a cupful of melting metal,
A poet is climbing a mountain.
And what does he discover?
A large stone mass is rolling down the mountain
C P Aboobaker - C.P. ABOOBACKER, editor of thanalonline, belongs to Calicut in Kerala. His interests include writing, publishing poems, essays, and many more literary things. Latest writing is about Channels and Globalizations. He is a retired professor of history.
e-mail: cpaboobacker@gmail.com
