Remaining...
Remaining*...
Buddhist Monk
Pragyasheela said:
"When you wake up
in the morning,
And while going to bed
everyday,
Imagine
The ten thousand
years, prior to
Your arrival on this
planet, and
The ten thousand
years, after
You leave
here..."
Imagining like that...
Blurring of the clear
and unclear...
Led to fading of my
conscious existence!
Still, the first human
touch on my body...
The first inhalation
of atmospheric air, Which my nostrils squeezed in fast.
The sweetness of the
first drop of,
Mother's milk...The
piercing smell of,
The boiling wild blood
of youthfulness...
The burning flame of
ecstasy...
The short-lived
brightness of rainbows...
The amazing power of
nuclear energy...
Even if... I'm able to
imagine and know,
The hidden secrets of,
Ten thousand years,
back and forth...
Alas!!! I remain...
That miniscule piece
of camphor...
Melting...And flaming
out...
Leaving some ashes...
When 'consumed'
finally by,
Shocking, cursed
electricity...
Or... Sweet, loving
flames...
†*†*†*†
*A free translation of the
theme of a poem in Malayalam by Balachandran Chullikkad (Mathrubhumi Weekly,
April 23-29, 2017)
M G Warrier
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