Weary Warrior… Poem by kunjubi varghese

Lofty granite towers embraced

The clouds sailing past;

The vista of a roaring sea showed

Through the window of her chamber; .

Noon sun, was rocking on myriads of

Silvery waves, in the blueness of the sea.

Salty wind entered unruly into the room,

Blowing from the sea beneath.


You and me, and around us, unfettered clouds.

Salinity mixed with passion burst out

On our bodies, as unleashed lust.

Rustles rose from pinky cheeks, cleavage in the bosom,

And the honey hue teats, while the bearded face

And thirsty lips, rummaged over tender areas.…

He recollected all of those, which happened long ago,

And now has come back seeking

A forsaken beloved, once again…..


She could not remember any of those moments,

He treasured, in his heart as

Cud for chewing, in his loneliness.

How can a serpent remember, the smell of a prairie

Where it has moulted its outer skin many a time?

A river, to memorize the reflection of a boatman

Who rowed across her in a jiffy, without stop?

A flicker of contrite compassion in her mind

Made her to tell him: ” Nevertheless, my worn out

Warrior, remove your ancient amulet and keep

Your broken sword, back in its sheath;

And lie down in my lap..

The platform built around the way side trees

Are meant for weary pedestrians, to take rest

And proceed.”

A gleam of complacency was now evident,

In the corner of her eyes…