Call Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

Call
A call gently from behind
stirs softly fears pleasant
fills sinews in amazement,
riotous joy shall visit
tell humming tales of butterflies
of colours and flowers
rainbows and teasing sun rays,
and multi-coloured birds.

And migratory human beings
of music, songs and poetry
of life and mystery,
those surround mountains tranquil
icebergs, avalanches and hills
with trees and naked rocks.

You will relate
thrilling anecdotes of freedom
of renaissance and revolution in plenty
and hunger, life and living.

Together we shall sit and visit
dark pages of history
slowly eclipsing into oblivion
talking in tiny words of Kalinga
Waterloo and Kurukshetra,
of death and anguish immortal
to renovate hypothesizes unknown
by incantation of magical works
traveling lands of wondrous tropic
cuddling and cooing
breathing love into each other's ears
like tender petals in gentle breeze,
sitting like a Buddha quiet
in meditation deep
forgetting that life will generate
an existence of extreme joy.

(Rainbow At Sixty 2008)