Thinking Of The Good Old Days. - Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar
thinking of those good old days
of bubbling vitality inside me
agile and astir ever
to break its boundaries
as if to supplement the dearth of energy
in the endless universe!
now brooding over my tired limbs
and drained heart
soaked in distress and melancholy-
my downcast looks
cast aside every happy thought!
alas, is it the weight of my age
that breaks me to pieces,
catching the smell of death?
lo, have shrunken and bent and humped
in the clutches and crushes of worries!
o universe, extend your arms
hold me fast to your breast
feed me with your life-blood of hope!
grow me wings to lift my spirit
above this stinking despair and darkness!
- s.chandra kalaadhar
07.02.2013 / thursday / thai 25 / 7 p.m.
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