Treasure Island

Sivan P.G Menon

(Tripunithura, Kerala (God's own country India)

...ode to my DAD & MOM

Poem by...Sivan PG Menon
…an ode to my ‘dad and mom’

I don’t remember the day,
I toddled on to this 'space...vast..
How I knelt and jerked to reach
the stars and the sky, still a myth.

I wonder, how I learned walking
And talked to ‘mom and dad’.
It still surprises me,
I could chirp like the sparrows,
And imitate the humming birds.

Blessed am I to have the green woods,
the mountains, the gushing springs,
the lush green farms,
the swaying Daffodils,
and a ‘Strong willed dad & mom’

LIFE did take my tiny finger
As it yearned to be held…
As it cherished to be lead…
Through the serpentine realms of destiny,
I clung to them…in the middle…hand in hand.

The quest to reach the star lit sky
Planets so far…and puzzling…
Blue seas …deep and mysterious
I craved to unravel the truth,
befriended me from birth.

Thoughts masculine …enriched me
virtues feminine, nurtured me
emboldened me to wade ahead
‘more than a dad’….. He is to me.
‘more than a mom’…. She is to me.

Remember, the invaluable are invisible,
do not surface, like the pearl, hidden deep.
Embedded are they in my ‘dad & mom’
So deep. …deep in their inner soul…..shining,
an eternal bliss, divine…

a courage inspires me to dive deep,
excavate the hidden treasure,
that lies in them beyond the shores of relationship,
in the oceanic depth of LOVE & ESTEEM.
a fortune immortal…

an ethereal spirit awakens…rekindles…,
upholds a truth…Yes! mom & dad….
true to its form and splendor
like the scores of expressions NATURE transcends
strengthens my belief in LIFE and… Today, I am…what I am….

Submitted: Sunday, July 06, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, July 16, 2008

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  • Salu Salu (11/8/2008 11:33:00 AM)

    'Through the serpantine realms of destiny, I clung to them in the middile hand n hand........... '' I could observe your philosopher, your artist in portraying a colourful painting which is perennial and reminds me the cycle of offspring rolling with no end.....pangs and passion everywehre in everyman is for the truth...the ultimate truth..................? ? ? another toddler begun learning....
    ......... Dear pgs, we spent a lot, spoke more but few about verses. I got a few minutes to go thru with urs, i'll be in touch with them, thanks for wakening me up................salu. (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (7/6/2008 2:07:00 AM)

    'Thoughts masculine …enriched me
    virtues feminine, nurtured me
    emboldened me to wade ahead
    ‘more than a dad’….. He is to me.
    ‘more than a mom’…. She is to me'
    most sincere and loving thanksgiving to one's own parents, these lines...good composition 10 (Report) Reply

  • Rema Prasanna (7/6/2008 2:00:00 AM)

    This is so splendid a write about loving parents... extremely passionate on a strong bond so earthreal it just flows so beautifully...great write 10

    Rema (Report) Reply

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