An Encounter Poem by Chandrashekar a posy poet
An Encounter
The empty and lonely sky
yet, so serene and still
and at scorching noon
Why am I eager?
To spot the celestial clouds
Moving in tune and rows of ibis
Fly in rhythm
Why did I?
Snatch the book
And turn the pages so hastily
While trying to resist
An intense outburst!
Why am I so restless?
To find the heavenly leaves
Of light green to dun
Dancing in tune with gentle wind
On naked tree!
Why am I?
to collect so hurriedly
and breathlessly
All that junk food
And had it all so swift
to feel copiously relieved!
Here is the damn newspaper
lying fast asleep
And I wander impolitely
Biting nails with heavy perspiration.
took it uu and tored, crushed and threw
it all to hungry dustbin awaiting next
and felt immensely relaxed!
As the intense heat at last
Began to recede hesitantly
The dirty swollen red face
Still groans and moans
To accept its defeat
oh, a bright soothing twilight
and it's time for another encounter
now, a pleasing and a graceful mind
Still boasts of a feigned anger
the fretting and fuming routine encounters...can they be helped?
Some grammar mistakes; however, other than that it's a fantastic write. Like Ravi A mentioned: 'a fine narrative poem.' I 100 % agree. I have nothing else to say, but I have to apauld the effort an work that you put into this poem. Keep up the good writing. take care, Jake
Why am I......? Emotions, thoughts and anger all synthesized in this question. A good write, Chandra........10.
you have beautifully presented the emotion- anger- in this write...thanks Chandra...10
A very vivid imagery, almost surreal and puts into a special mood. Thanks for sharing! 10+ Best wishes. A.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 6:48:04 AM # 1.0.0
definitely puts the reader in the introspective mode. wonderful