A Chance Rendezvous Poem by indira babbellapati

On a day when the sun's chariot
Is picking its momentum and
The night still exhaling cool
Dampness on the day's pricking skin
Sitting under an open sky I slip
Into an indescribable stupor
The melody of your thoughts
Transport me into...
'Inda! ' I hear a voice as if
I were sitting in a deep well
'Lift your head and take a look, '
My son's voice I hear from
Two floors down with his eyes skyward
I reluctantly raise my lashes
More to obey my young master
There my eyes catch a mild
Reddish shine on the easterly sky
With well defined angles:
Mars, the unrelenting war god
Stood majestic on a lonely field
Staring at nothing in particular
In dignity, valour and splendour

09feb2010
20.55hrs