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Volume 3 | Issue 1 | September 2008 | 






 
The Lover Would Die Of Love
Aboobacker.C.P.
 

In trance the poet walked
In company of his spouse
Rhythm is nothing but a step
Attuned to his spouse’s walk
Conch shells empty
With nadabrahma* ready
Rhymed through the poets’ uncanny words

Drowsily the poet moved, weak,
A wreck on the pedestrian stones of the seas
Lust nowhere in his rhymes, love confined to the navels of one;
Still attuned to love and lust,
The poet, harried, went across the seas
Spices had all drowned in fathoms
Suspicion mingled with wracking of swans
The queen had a pond
Pond had a number of fish and fowl
Alas! The ways of poets are inscrutable.

The ancient city saw her
In the attire of the modernity
One had taken the bowl of his heart
Burning millions of suns
Light had to be shared
Among the vast millions
When the first nuclear fission took place
He cried: the sky is a thousand suns!
When the first poem explodes
He beamed: the heart is a thousand candles!
Extinguished candles have a white smoke;
Candles are bright, lit and extinguished!

**The bamboos had an existence in bunch of reeds
Separated, a piece would try to sing
Of the bosom whence it had come
The sparrow would fly in the sky
The lover would die of love.

 


* Divine music
**from Rumi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 
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