The Soothing Tern

C P Aboobaker
    Life unrolls into a paper sheet When I read poetry

    As mere combination of words 

    I can't see the turns and twists hidden in life. 

    I am poet, yearning for understanding.

    And I hope

    When I tumbled into an abyss

    With my blacks and whites, 

    With my blues and greens, 

    And with my yellow sparrows 

    And red, crimson twilights, 

    I was understood by a soul very near,

    A black bird from the conference

    That sang the songs of paradise;

    She is dead and gone, the soothing tern.

    And now reborn far away from me

    Into the planet beyond my reach 

    With a luster of unknown stars 

    And cool of unknown streams. 

    Forests have a sigh of the bygone bliss 

    And skies roam in winds 

    With the messages for the coming days 
    
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
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