Deepak Sawhney (10 Dec 50 / DehraDun, India)
Change The Ruddy Water
I see my image in the placid blue waters
That can’t be mine, says the face that stares back at me
After all I am only in my sixties, all that bad I can’t be.
The guy glaring at me with beady eyes
He has warts, is bald, has crow’s feet
Reminds me of the friendly neighbourhood warlock
Ooh…he looks so horrid, could send the bravest into a shock.
I try a smile, at my utmost enchanting best
Bah…In response I see a grimace - a smirk at the closest
Why do I stare & continue to carp?
When I know the reflection is a warp?
I reminisce of the sight of forty years ago
A sinewy lad was I, barely twenty two
What if…it is a time warp & it is me alright?
Nah! It’s the ruddy water - reflecting me in poor light?
Adios dear water, I shall not waste my time looking at you
Having seen your ulterior design, you’ll make a croc look like a shrew
You are blind as Poseidon – to me you are no more honest & pure
Mother Nature – what’s up? Can’t you make clean water anymore?
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Like they say, frequently the ruins exhibit the magnificence of the structure that stood in grandeur during its hay days.
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