Up But Down- Part 4
Up but Down…part-4
It is a month. Since we went to that hill
Not so high or big to boast about.
But still something for us to elevate
Eliminate or despoil as we please.
I have no quarrel whatever with it,
Its name, its need or the somber logic
Of its existence. Only sympathy.
None of which it needs for its own sake.
Apart from the not-so-old power stations
And undulating woods and plantations
It has streams too to woo its rare guest
But mine is the job to relive in full
Its timeless past and its complex present,
A past that seems vanished for good, but
Thrusting an enigmatic hand at our hearts,
Time past is a thrust into the living
A sudden punch that leaves us but shell- shocked
Treading a thorny trail, climbing down steps
We cautiously step down boulders until
We stand amidst huge and rotund rocks whose
Polished round shapes tell of millennia
Of floods, of flow, of hard and soft movements
And we stand in an apology of
A stream, tepid and knee deep, where we went
Hoping to dip our hot bodies in the
Hilly chill. Dismayed we walk back sweating
Exhausting ourselves to no avail and
Thinking of how we should brag about it
All back home, vacuously and insincerely.
Rain clouds were just gathering over there
But plains saw torrential rains last fortnight
People sadly tell, “Not much in the hills”
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2012
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