SABU SHANMUGHOM


Different Pitches / Sabushanmughom - Poem by SABU SHANMUGHOM

I

An emerald glare
Lit up the sky in the distance.

The line of sand
Alternately
Appeared and disappeared.

The drum beats
Different pitches.
The ocean was breathing,
Hiding a wrath.

II

‘I don’t want to
Go out in the rain’

Said the girl in ‘English.’
The hair might
Fell out in today’s rain.

III

Yellowish mist
Hangs over earth.
No desire to go out.
A ghastly silence
Sets in the dusk.

Frogs splash in the puddles
Letting out strange grunts.
But yet to see one.

IV

The shadow of decay
Lies on everything.
Art supporting
The dying dream.

Cynicism shocks
The senile brains.
Nature leaves last chance.

We do not believe in Nature.
What is our chance?

V

The landscape flying by
In the windows of the carriage.

Everything is fictional,
A deception.

In the end
Settle down quietly
In the desert.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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