Family Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

The three of us sitting on the steps,
Chatting happily laughing at me,
Witnessed by the spongy clouds,
Descending opposite on hill-sides.

We were having coffee poured from thermos
Flasks given by vyanjan restaurant,
When we saw the million pearls,
Small as small can be on each grass.

The shape of the pearl was perfect,
Pleasing to the eye, hanging on the neck
Of the grass like a single pendant,
On an invisible chain.

The sky was cloudy, and weather pleasant,
Up on the hills of Western Ghats so high,
We watch the butterflies and dragonflies
About their business, only to eat and multiply.

I had the Bhagavad Gita in English
Translation of Sadhu Vaswani,
In limpid prose poetry, that I read
Today the chapter on Field and its Knower.

While reading, unusually though,
I felt that my brain was not fresh
Or clear, but surrounded by cobwebs
Shrinking my ability to understand.

What we take for granted -
That we can read easily -
Is not true, there are so many
Factors that we dont understand.