One Who Looked At the Sky

i wonder at the life lying in dust wonder at his frailty, his wrinkled skin, his myopic grave eyes and the forehead smeared in red. i wonder at the sickle clasped in his hand down with rust overshadowing the sallow field with a divine golden tinge. Zephyr adoring the field kisses his body - unkempt, emaciated, resting unperturbed beyond a ratiocination or rhyme. But i hear the ricocheting of matured seeds within transmogrified in the paralyzed time. And here he lies, as hard as stone! You stony eyes… don’t stare at me Look at the sun hiding behind the horizon saying- I have to rise again; Look into the sky into the nullity it mothers; Chirping little birds retreating, on putative nestor’s call. With sunrise, an aroma greets me, My heart beats fast…. …. me…. a tyro…!! I looked at the new sky in the incipient expanse trying to fathom its reach And again I wonder, I need to waddle through to the sallow field which was uncommonly golden only yesterday!!