lalitha iyer

Freshman - 810 Points (7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

The Drying Youth - Poem by lalitha iyer

solving all equations
puzzled by problems
interacting with confusions
searching the truth behind illusions

wondering the source of lips of smiles
smelling the rat in the cupboard of kins
struck with terror about the dying innocents
pained with the apathy of selfish kingsmen

youth dries up, does it
all innocence wiped away by hands of reality
bubbling life, pealing laughter, smelling dreams
what is romantic to talk about with dried skins and painted hair?

is it the skin that is withering
or the probity to death that is killing
the joy within and the charm without
or is it the probability of ending up?

Oh God!
take me to the land of good faith
where my thoughts will never grow dull
with moods of gloom and nameless gall

oh to be a child of love
love untouched by means and ends
loving the air and moon and sky of bends
let me swim into the air tight pool of silky scents

give me your hand of grey
which sends shivers into my spine
as i climb into their sapphire veins
i see a face of eternal signs

when i deeply gaze into you
you suddenly have a mischief gleam
in your looks a baby bursts into secret stream
of unknown understandings it giggles and screams...............

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010

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