** Poet - Poem by RAJ NANDY
The poet inhales the breath of Autumn,
As sees the withering leaves gently fall;
With an artist’s eye he surveys nature, -
Viewing those trees both short and tall!
For though he has gone grey with age,
That child-like wonder hasn’t left him
He feels the Autumn through his veins,
While the blood flows as a narrowed stream;
To prevent this flow from getting stemmed,
He takes his daily fix of aspirin!
At night he looks up at the stars,
They appear so near and yet so far!
His prostrate and his senile years, -
Fails to dampen his zest for life and lack
He wants to rage like a shooting star, -
Leaving a blazing trail behind;
So one could see its glowing trail,
On a cold and clear wintry night!
All his life he has tried to fathom,
The hidden mysteries of those stars;
Yet they remain inexplicable as fate,
Twinkling in the heavens from far!
Let his words in rhyme remain, -
So when he dies all is not lost;
Even his death rattle be made transparent,
To his readers at any cost !
The widowed readers may shed a tear –
Reading the outpouring of his heart;
And he may be remembered for a while,
When from this world he departs!
27 Feb 09
(**Written after getting inspired by reading the
poems by a Scandinavian Poet!)
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