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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