Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 26,892 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

To The Mountain Breeze - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Mountain breeze!
Please pause
To console this aching landscape
At the foot of the hill
Lost in transcendental thrill

We the inhabitants of the plains
Know that you originate
In the skies where the clouds of mortal worries
Don’t navigate
Above where
The head of the great mount resides

Yet, please do come
Sweep our lonely homes
We, the coughing ones
On sinking easy-chairs
Breathe your natural aroma
The smell of the skies
Clouds, mountain herbs
That are renowned
To kill mortal ills
And put our asthmatic psyche
At perpetual ease

Please do come breeze
This is a call from one
Who has seen in you
A constant companion
Fondly stroking the hair
On his vexed forehead
Sweating attire
From kindergarten days

Here in my senility I lie
Unsung, drained of life
Please do come
So we can sing
A carol or a bhajan
To whatever that makes things click
On this barren land of dreams

Please do come mountain breeze
On my knees am I
In supplication
In my dying caravanserai
Of brittle mortal bones
Ebbing senses and feels
On a lonely desert plain

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just like that - a morning thought during bath

Comments about To The Mountain Breeze by Madathil Rajendran Nair

  • Rajesh Thankappan (11/14/2015 9:54:00 PM)


    This poem was a soothing breeze which I am delighted to embrace. (Report) Reply

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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (11/10/2015 3:58:00 AM)


    Here in my senility I lie
    Unsung, drained of life
    Please do come
    So we can sing
    A carol or a bhajan
    To whatever that makes things click
    On this barren land of dreams

    Verily, the mountain breeze like the sea breeze
    carries a message and provision for mankind
    (Report) Reply

  • Bakuli Bhakali (11/9/2015 7:28:00 AM)


    ...sweep our lonely homes
    we, the coughing ones
    on sinking easy chairs...
    a lovely thought
    (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/8/2015 8:34:00 PM)


    Here in my senility I lie
    Unsung, drained of life
    Please do come
    So we can sing
    A carol or a bhajan
    To whatever that makes things click
    On this barren land of dreams..................... This is a lovely poem on the soothing effect of a mountain breeze with many striking images! But do you you have to bemoan over senility, when you are not yet senile, but quite agile! A 10
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  • Jaishree Nair (11/8/2015 10:19:00 AM)


    Nice lines inviting the breeze to shower its power of healing on the ailing ones.A good write.Another great poem Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Souren Mondal (11/7/2015 5:26:00 AM)


    'Here in my senility I lie
    Unsung, drained of life
    Please do come
    So we can sing
    A carol or a bhajan
    To whatever that makes things click
    On this barren land of dreams'

    Some really vivid imagery and a wonderful poem that captures emotions and nature - natural emotions - emotional Nature - in perfection..

    Thank you for sharing...
    (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (11/7/2015 12:39:00 AM)


    Wow! A brilliantly written poem. The wording captured my imagination and held me rapt.
    Thanks, Madathil
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 7, 2015


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