Rajesh Thankappan Poems
I saw the poet write
A sublime poetry
With intricate artistry.
The poem was written
With a heart maybe love smitten,
Not on a piece of paper
But upon the pages of nature.
I watched fascinated
Spellbound and enchanted
By his wonderful subtle work.
When the poet's work was done
All hearts would surely be won
For a lovely ‘rose' was spun
Under the cheerful sun.
Just like a blooming flower that opens up to the dawn
Just like a bird that sings in the morn
Just like the floating full-moon that is into the night sky born
Just like an oasis in a vast desert forlorn
I wish like to come to you in joy all alone.
Just like the stem of a rose tree that sports prickly thorn
Just like the rhinoceros that sports a horn
Just like a piece of cloth bleached and torn