Why Should It Happen..? - Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar
why should it happen like this?
why should there be such a rush
of unstoppable streams
of thoughts and fancies
into me and out of my core?
why am i drifting away from close ones
and closing in on others and strangers?
which tide tosses me into realms unfamiliar?
why mysterious sounds and strange silences
encircle me sucking me in their vortex
and ejecting me out with powerful kicks?
why is my soul visited by holy spirits
in such a quick succession
spraying me with the fragrance of heavens?
in which powerful energy's inescapable swirl
have i been caught and entangled?
my thousand voices rise in waves
crying loud for merciful looks!
o god, it is your matchless boon-
the unending shower of thoughts-
hat keep my spirits alive and high!
dispel my fear that soon
you may suck me dry and throw me lifeless
in an unfriendly desert!
o merciful it is my desire
i should die a poet
breathing out my last poem
in honour of the 'nature '!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
14.01.2013 /monday / thai 1 / 10 p.m.
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