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.
I stood by the very edge of the cliff
For my heart was impaled with grief
My eyes stared at the wide chasm in disbelief
At the world below that slipped away like an illusive dream.
It was then that I saw a rainbow in the distant sky
And from this disastrous height I could upon a thought pry
Will it not be cowardice to hush-up and say goodbye?
I turned back to embrace the nebulous reality unseen.