081.Unknown Thoughts Poem by rajagopal haran

Going along the river banks
Flooded with water
That oscillates the plants,
Those resting on its stream
Getting the spray
Springing up from the recoil,
Birds in the groves
Singing their moods
Those shake the sleeping souls,

Nothing is bothering me!
Walking and walking,
Fear of getting lost
In the jungle of humans,
Make me cross the river
In the trodden paths
Never turning to
the source of the river
Nor peeping the bottom,
the resting place of fish and turtles!

I see the foot steps of a hundred,
Tapering into dots
Mean nothing to me,
I am just crossing the river,
On the blind line
Drawn by somebody!

When will I become that somebody,
making those lines, attracting everybody?


19 06 2010