Light Percolates The Dark Poem by Ananta Madhavan

The season has changed;
The pre-dawn mist seems closer now.

Light percolates
In a gauze of grey,

























The season has changed;
The pre-dawn mist seems closer now.

Light percolates
In a gauze of grey,
A dreamy spray,

A crimson flourish
Of the ink-brush
Across the hill horizon.


Would it blind his vision
Or obscure his reason?

Would he dare to think,
My catamaran cannot sink,
Even it comes to shipwreck?
Endure the worst. What the he heck?
We humans are born survivors,
If not pretended revivers.

The fragile boat will float,
Withstanding fogs
As loosened logs.