Where is that snug universe
when the grave, new world unfurling around me
screams and bellows violently
my mind keeps going back
to that tiny, mischievous little girl
wayward as a truant curl,
who found a bounty in nothingness
in her snug universe where it rained nothing but good cheer.
Drenched in the unending cascade of love
when red was just the colour of a rose.
So was the hibiscus flower
Blood- red.
And the red nose
of ungainly Santa Claus throbbed with joy unalloyed.
So many years down the line, I watch horror- struck
as scary shadows loom.
Tiny saplings quiver, too petrified to bloom.
The skies rain hatred, and red is the colour
the streets are drenched in.
across the contours of a world slightly blurred
I see a scared, uncaged bird,
fluttering its wings, its trills killed, its exuberance stilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Beautiful poetry, Santosh. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Happy that you liked it. Jazib Kamlavi