Feeling for the winds of yore
The old man glanced at the fabulous river.
Sitting under the shades
He screwed up his beard in reflection.
And it was a silent march of decades,
A parade of seasons upon his chest.
And into the winds and rains of his past
He steered his ferry; memories ever green.
These banks were his cradle
These waters were his contented life.
From the age of eight to eighty three
This ferry was synonym of his life.
And across these banks
He ferried his pastures and dreams.
Upon these waters and winds of yore
He left a tale for the passing clouds.
Within the winds and the winding courses
He met his life with all affections.
Beyond these hamlets, these surging waters
He steered not his ferry and dreams.
Downstream a mile away
Hammers were already at work-
A dam was coming,
Roots were disappearing..
Hamlets began moving upstream,
Houses dismantled, carried upon shoulders.
There- in front of his old courtyard
He sat looking at the disappearing scenes.
Wooden walls began to creek,
The gambrel roof opened to howling winds.
And listening to the waters of yore
He slowly descended the steps.
Beyond the endless splash
It was all an open sky.
And within a deepening silence
He left his cradle as a legendary traveler.
Dear Ravi, I fully share your views, feelings. pain and anguish. I think we are sailing in the same boat. We are expressing similar thoughts; ofcourse in our own styles. Please take a look at my old poems: MOTHER'S PLAINT HONOURABLES But somehow I try to add some pun and satire. Your poems are serious and have great stunning imagery(Kerala helps? !) and some great traits of modern Indian poetry like good use of surrealism etc. Bravo my brother. Keep writing. I love reading them. Go stronger and stronger; we need poets like u
i can visualize the man and his boat. true reflection and nice write voted10 surya
Ravi hi yes it is a very nice poem...superbly done enjoyed it...give it a ten cheers
What a wonderful write...I can feel your emotions...marvellous10++++++++++
life is a journey. when we are thru all corners, we meet a hole in which we all go. how you impact on people will always count. i want to be a legendary traveller
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
resonant images...a legendary tale well depicted through vivid and spectral words