Lulling Into The Sweet Past! Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

O, my early morning friend, the cuckoo
hiding behind the leaves and spraying music!
To my question, "why am I sleepless? "
it makes a long whistle as if saying,
' Long, long ago…"

O, the sweet scented jasmine flowers
Which I don't pluck off the creepers,
breeze their odour through my nostrils!
To my question, "Why don't I close my eyes? "
They smile and lull me to dream the past.

O, the old banyan with cool shades around
wellcomes me to lie with my head on its root!
I fall into fantasies where eerie fairies throng.
To my question, "Why do I slip from sleep? "
It shows her name and mine carved on its trunk.

Five decades passed since I saw that face.
I was carried on to places new by life's race
without sound sleep and rest in this haven
Wherever I did go, I bore her in my heart
and her sweet words in my mind.