To The Mountain Breeze Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

To The Mountain Breeze

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Mountain breeze!
Please pause
To console this aching landscape
At the foot of the hill
Lost in transcendental thrill

We the inhabitants of the plains
Know that you originate
In the skies where the clouds of mortal worries
Don’t navigate
Above where
The head of the great mount resides

Yet, please do come
Sweep our lonely homes
We, the coughing ones
On sinking easy-chairs
Breathe your natural aroma
The smell of the skies
Clouds, mountain herbs
That are renowned
To kill mortal ills
And put our asthmatic psyche
At perpetual ease

Please do come breeze
This is a call from one
Who has seen in you
A constant companion
Fondly stroking the hair
On his vexed forehead
Sweating attire
From kindergarten days

Here in my senility I lie
Unsung, drained of life
Please do come
So we can sing
A carol or a bhajan
To whatever that makes things click
On this barren land of dreams

Please do come mountain breeze
On my knees am I
In supplication
In my dying caravanserai
Of brittle mortal bones
Ebbing senses and feels
On a lonely desert plain

To The Mountain Breeze
Friday, November 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just like that - a morning thought during bath
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 07 November 2015

Wow! A brilliantly written poem. The wording captured my imagination and held me rapt. Thanks, Madathil

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Souren Mondal 07 November 2015

'Here in my senility I lie Unsung, drained of life Please do come So we can sing A carol or a bhajan To whatever that makes things click On this barren land of dreams' Some really vivid imagery and a wonderful poem that captures emotions and nature - natural emotions - emotional Nature - in perfection.. Thank you for sharing...

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Rajesh Thankappan 14 November 2015

This poem was a soothing breeze which I am delighted to embrace.

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 10 November 2015

Here in my senility I lie Unsung, drained of life Please do come So we can sing A carol or a bhajan To whatever that makes things click On this barren land of dreams Verily, the mountain breeze like the sea breeze carries a message and provision for mankind

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Bakuli Bhakali 09 November 2015

...sweep our lonely homes we, the coughing ones on sinking easy chairs... a lovely thought

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Valsa George 08 November 2015

Here in my senility I lie Unsung, drained of life Please do come So we can sing A carol or a bhajan To whatever that makes things click On this barren land of dreams..................... This is a lovely poem on the soothing effect of a mountain breeze with many striking images! But do you you have to bemoan over senility, when you are not yet senile, but quite agile! A 10

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Jaishree Nair 08 November 2015

Nice lines inviting the breeze to shower its power of healing on the ailing ones.A good write.Another great poem Thank you

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