Treasure Island

M.D Dinesh Nair

(Thrissur/Vijayawada)

THE IRONY WE COUNT ON...


The burning Sun buries himself inside a black blanket
The planets have all been burnt up already
And the galloping asteroids get stranded in the milky way.

First they were in love for long years,
Then the lady opened her mouth and told at a pitch high,
'I hate my lover, I hate him and him alone'.

A woman is pouring wine into her man`s glass,
With a grin that has a charm captivating
But he is lost in the memoirs of his long lost mother.

An old mongrel lays in the uneven roadside,
He is struggling to wag his tail at the passersby
But there is a new puppy strolling on every soft floor inside.

The octogenarian drinks his soup from a cup
And his teeth are too weak to bite a piece of meat.
He can yet fantacise about a young lass.


BUT READ ON...


The sulking moon stands nearby and is consoling the sun,
The warm rays of the latter surround the sky up and high
And the withering water lagoons give birth to life infinite.

First they were living polar apart for long
Then she and he met at a grove full of myrtle
There she told him, ' I know I cannot live without you'.

A lady lets out her sweet singsong into her man`s ears
With his body paralysed long before she came into his life
And he has been lost in the wilderness of parentage unknown.

A young canine is chasing a child on the street in the dark
He had no tail to wag nor a mind to feel for the tender boy.
But there is a small puppy lying as a guard near the infant in the cradle.

The septuagenarian bites and eats a hard nut
And his strong limbs climb a hill vertical
He begins to talk about the nearing sunset.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 04, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Every cloud has a silver lining...
I too have been telling the same to students
And I have been searching for live examples.

I have found a few.

Comments about this poem (THE IRONY WE COUNT ON... by M.D Dinesh Nair )

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  • Diane Hine (2/14/2014 4:12:00 AM)

    Yes, yes -brilliant title. Our appreciation of irony is a consolation. An eclectic quintet of examples proves your point. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (1/7/2014 6:34:00 AM)

    Burning sun and sulking moon taking turns
    Love and hate entwined
    Memoirs of mother and wilderness of unknown parentage
    Wagging tail and tail-less state
    Weak to take a bite and biting a hard nut
    Contrasting states in the two parts making it a unique poem. Nice example. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rubab Atwal (1/6/2014 2:03:00 AM)

    How true every cloud has a silver lining it just depends on how we see.an amazing poem with buckets of inspiration.... (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (1/5/2014 11:45:00 PM)

    This write up is marked for the use of alliteration and assonance along with their effect! (Report) Reply

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