Memories Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

Memories

Hovering over the horizon
of kind and tiny thoughts,
a slender stir in tranquility
brings me down into the realm
of spirituality gentle,
to make and shape in me
the most radiant type of optimism,
for the Serpent no longer torments
and the man and woman have to obey
the beast.

Memories fade away while I sleep
in irascibility and not relaxed
bloom while I pass thro' innocence
classic innocence when nakedness was unknown,
and Cain and Abel came out laughing
where fallen limbs made temples and prayers,
so remained Sankara helpless forever
to make the atmosphere still more gloomy,
while the sagacity failed to cross
the limits of tides dark and stormy.

And these illusions bring me down deep
to the chasm of happy despair,
a particle of avarice pollutes the air
irretrievable in its first pace,
still faces and so survives the kind race.