Shahul Hameed

A Skylark's Pain

My TV eyes conjure up
iridescent images of bizarre forms
which leap into my head's picture tube
and thunder away dancing

The pressure is on
the strings are taut
and my sound box strains till it bursts
into a frenzied staccato rap…

And somewhere far away
by a cascading rill in the woods
a skylark's half-throttled song echoes
the silent pain of a deserted vale.