i live very very conscious
of each moment i breathe in and out,
absolutely sensitive of all its vibrations-
may them be the softest, the mildest
or the thinnest or the weakest-
each of them generates
a lively thought current
in the nerves of my heart and brain
that in a flash switches on a beautiful poem
illuminating my soul in bliss!
it is all momentary,
not searching for words -
o how they queue up at my service
with basketful of fragrant words!
oh.. must it only be experienced -
the delight of stringing a poem!
it is like the pleasure of the sporting breeze
underneath a painted evening sky
after a hot summer day !
like the first spell of a cool shower
after an arduous long dry spell!
o my guide and the master poet
ever in your intensive joyful creations!
don't deprive me of this generous gift
and bless me garland you ceaselessly
every hour with a simple poem
till i reach your feet in all humility!
-
S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
31.03.2013 / sunday /7 a.m./ panguni18
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