Where do I swim?
C P Aboobaker
Where do I swim?
In this drought-ridden pond ?
Or in the horrific ocean ?
Or in the dead of the sea?
Salty and hard with no dream or romance?
Where do I sing?
In this orchard of dry plants
With no trees flowering?
Among the ducks and mud on their beaks?
Dirty and ugly with hoarse noises?
I know my men fight
And women stand by t o take to fields;
I know my children are armed
To their hearts with love and warmth
So that man might not succumb to war.
I love the sun and the night
I love the wilderness and the battle field
I love to love and fight the fight
I don't lament the loss of dime or dame
So that I hate me never nor my people.
I belong to my reeds, I sing myself
Of the reeds whence I come
I cite the rhymes of childhood days
When my father went to fight
To tear the fetters on his neighbor.
C P Aboobaker - C.P. ABOOBACKER, editor of thanalonline, belongs to Calicut in Kerala. His interests include writing, publishing poems, essays, and many more literary things. Latest writing is about Channels and Globalizations. He is a retired professor of history.
e-mail: cpaboobacker@gmail.com
