A Day-Break In Jan Poem by A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker

A daybreak in a Jan.
By. Jayaprakash A Panicker

Tup tap, tup tap, tup tap,
It’s here, it’s there,
It’s up above there
and down below here;
it’s where you are up.

Moon is making vain attempts
To press in mounts of fog and mist.
Day-call birds are up and out
The days of Jan are here about.

I crouch myself into a shroud
And keep my nose and eyes
Half-closed and soft- pressed
against my own reluctance.

It’s four or five or six or what?
Kill all those who venture out
Crying out their worries aloud.
This pass is for the ‘different’.

Rise and fall of hairs are heard.
Dreams are going un-chartered.
One and one go making one
When? Knows no one.

Bed and body go making
Venues and rendezvous.
What the different wake up with
Is but a blush of flesh and blood.
It’s four or five or six or what?
‘Kill all those who venture out
Crying out their worries aloud.
This pass is for the ‘different’.