Friday, 13 January 2012

Another dawn song

The most innocent green
dropping down shyly from the staunch kohomba
a hundred vines, 
in their infancy,
a heart-thread 
broken by the more playful tug 
I am overwhelmed
by rasakinda thoughts
this early,
pre-dawn November morning.

[From the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']

1 comment :

  1. Beautifully written ....your poems bring us beautiful thoughts ....ideas ... views ..... and sometimes your poems take us to the places that we like to visit ... .... 'rasakinda' is a rare plant i believe and kohomaba adds coolness and some freshness to human lives ...i like the words you have used here in this poem ..........