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!!
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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