संपले Poems

THE RIVER DIED



Last night the river died

The creek reversed its course

and meandered away from our shore.

Last night the river died.



And on the now stony flooring

Of the retracted brook, I pick, here

The shattered cowries and there

The memoirs of our unfulfilled longing.



Last night the river – our tributary – died

The stream – our bay of affection – sauntered

Away to an unknown isle

Leaving you and I,



Scaly, scarred fishes

On the sandy lair

Gasping

For air.







ANOTHER DAWN



A glow in nature’s

mystery skies

Signifying the climax

of the battle for the skies.



A cock crows,

Impatient to escape from the coop

and begin the day’s

search for food.

My multi-coloured pigeons

begin to coo.



In the land of ethereal dreams

my spirit wings

begin to twitch

In preparation for the long flights

back to earth.



Soon the battle of the skies

will be won

by the sun

and his

Golden rays

shall caress

my closed eyes

Like the touch of a faithful lover.



Soon

There will be

a stretching

and a yawning

All nature will be filled with the sounds

of waking creatures



Soon

Babies shall

be born and men shall

die.



Soon

It shall be dawn.