A Poem To V (Original Poem In English By Ramateertha) Poem by subbarao akkinapalli

A POEM TO MY V

Here is where my darling makes poetry
Adjusting the continental shelf
Positioning her writing pad of plateau
On the crouching back of mountains
With the astral bedside neon benignly aglow
Here is where my darling makes poetry

The swirling seas of alkaline sheet of water
Flow like ink through the sun - nib
Her uncapped fountain moving at a frantic pace
On the stationery of clouds
Makes Victoria falls look like
Running down tap water

Galaxies with starry bouquets
Wait outside for a permitting nod
For a condescending courtesy
Just a hello from her
Makes the universe contract and
Expand again

Alphabets are stallions unleashed
In the wild meadows of her iridescent moods
Poems rush like waves to meet their match
On an alien coast
Epics are statues in galactical squares
Where the traffic of space is abounding
Poets are headstones of unborn graves
All quite familiar
Her poetry workshop
Looks like a bakery
Where the stellar dough is kneaded
On the epicenter of earth
Her poems are millions of people
Crust and core soft and mellowed
Waiting to claim the earth as their habitat
In the centuries to unfold

Here is where my darling makes poetry
In the uterus walls of universe
Like bread, the babies are in making
Her poems are a will written on the bread loaf
Hidden
In the grain waiting to be harvested

She wields a sickle and sieve
To cut things to size, to filter the oddities
And to retain the quintessential memory -
Of a brilliant memoir of a pulsating thought
Ripening to take birth

The whole world is a paper waiting to
Capture her poem
Here is where my darling makes poetry
Keeping her date with an unfurled bird's wing,
Electrifying the vertical horizons with
The wings of fire


To jagathi,
On this valentine's day
RAMATEERTHA-