Two Minutes To Midnoon Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The sky was azure blue,
When the whir was audible,
To the onlookers,
Who couldn't locate it
Due to the bright sun above,
The pane dropping something,
Sped away hurriedly,
Bursting something
On the land where the stuff
Landed, making
A thousand suns come alive
On the earth, evapouraring
Human, all being
Flesh and bones,
Sending a heat wave
Of thousand degrees
Blowing up everthing
In it's accursed path,
When it was two minutes
To midnoon, of sixth of August
On which dated a girl
Was born to a man,
Thirty five later,
Who felt the heat of unwanted
Wars of the world,
Rising out of conflicting ethos, mythos
Yet remebering the day
Every year on her birthday.


Ravikiran Arakkal.