A Tribute Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

I LIKE YOU THE POETS OF ALL AGES
FROM YOUR POEMS
MY SOUL SUCKS THE NECTAR.
YOUR POEMS THROW ME
IN TO THE FAROFF FROZEN VILLAGES
WHERE THE LADS SWING ON THE BRANCHES OF BIRCHES.
THEY HURL ME IN TO THE GREEN PASTURES
WHERE THE EYES OF MY BELOVED TWITTER LIKE ORIOLES.
YOUR MIGHTY WORDS BEAR THE RHYTHM OF BIRTH AND DEATH.
YOUR POEMS MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN
EITHER FROM A BROTHEL
OR IN A GLADE
OR NEAR A HEARSE
OR FROM BEHIND THE BARS.
THESE TRIBUTORY VERSES
I WRITE FOR YOU.
UNEQUIVOCALLY I DECLARE
PEN IS MINE
YOU ARE THE INK.