O What A Climate Today! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

o what a climate today!

o where is the sun that squeezed dry my blood into sweat so long?

the day unusually rolls up and sets aside the sparkling quilt of the sun;

and the ashen clouds have spread their thin mats all over the skies

and the cheerful winds on joyful feet spread happiness everywhere

on top of all, as a crowning glory, there is a dreamy rain -

no, i cannot call this rain, or a misty fall, nor a soft drizzle-

it is of dreamy drops, here and there, distanced by long seconds,

and tossed far and wide by the sprinting and sporting wind,

sending shivers of thrill into the streams of blood

and giving birth to spontaneous expressions of ecstasy;

it is a rainless rain, raining joy and dance -

the light is cool and gentle and not hurting;

it is the winds that create the festival of joy

and spray laughter that bubbles up amidst the flowery trees-

o what is the language of the flowers and leaves?

are they one and the same or different?

o how i wish to speak their noiseless language!

today i could venture out into the open even at 4 p.m.

with no risk of burning my soles and skin;

today my dance is not on flames but on flowers-

the sky has bid adieu to the sweating sun of june;

at last i find the sun of the moon or the moon of the sun

high above on the western skies, harmless and half-sleepy;

the nature today has painted everything in mild colours,

drawing hearts out into the open to the bliss of the seasons!

where else in the universe except on this lovely earth

could i get this solemn bliss from the elements of nature?

i will be born again and again on this beautiful earth.



--s.chandra kalaadhar [18.06.2012/ monday /aani 4/nandhana /4 p.m.