Eclipse In Our Floor Poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal

The old
weathered
thatch
withered
like
a dead
moth's wings
Leaving
many
passages
onto
the lusty skies
beyond
Dusty beams
a hundred
lit up the rooms
And
I count
in delight
the glowing eggs
cast in light
Mom quite
annoys
sprinkling
water
to lay
the dust

That summer
bright
A day
dad told
Watch
in the noon
All those
eggs would
be swallowed up
by the moon
But
he did warn
My son
dear
Don't dare
look at the sun
Eyes bare
It'd burn


For the
first time
then
Eclipse
I saw
Hundreds
Wow!
A delightful
surprise
Crescents
Alas!
Diamond rings
All
lying scattered
and
glittering
In our
dung
plastered
floor