Theme: Anchor


Those gleaming, silvery crystals set

the heart aflutter, tongue yearning

for a drop to whet its taste buds. 

They hold our breath on a leash, in fact. 

In autumn, fallen leaves look dismal,

starched and are to be blown away. 

Spring glides in with a caressing wing 

To spray fresh seeds, keeps us in thrall.  

As April sets tongue into a spin 

evanescent crystals keep it moist. 

Seasons too pass into the void

but Life beats in a murmuring glen.  

It’s beside a copious, swirling river 

a humane culture does vibrate. 

On its fecund bosom a mélange of

green cradles a protective cover. 

If asphalt invades every nook and alley 

evil breath scorching out all green

to the call of money, power and what not, 

the plaintive cry is of the waterless lily.  

Those crystals are the lifeline of soul.

If lost, it’s too late to cry foul.


More By  :  K.S. Subramanian

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