J T Jayasingh Poems

The Final Call

The final call has come
Out from the woods,
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There was a time, my son,
Wild parrots shrieked
And koels sang from the groves
To wake the humans from sleep,
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‘India is shining’, they said.
I scaled her length and breadth
To witness the show, ‘yes’,
The bare and cracked fields
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Oh mighty magic wind!
Tender twigs gently dance
And green boughs nod,
Showing your impalpable presence.
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What gathering is this,
Of song and dance and outburst
And a rare blend of black and white?
What rhythm pierces my heart
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Why do I dream in words
In which our farmers
In their duty mood
Didn’t name their fruits
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Rise on
Nothing hides beyond your reach,
They are unknown until you touch.
An earth worm, coal or nucleus
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A cute female child
Is cat-walking
On her high heels.
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Somewhere in the darkness
A church bell rings;
It takes me to the
Sweet melodies of Muhammed Rafi
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There is sand on their halves
And grey stains on shirts and pants.
In the mad rush of the city
They sit on the reels of bridges.
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