! Elements! Poem by Rema Prasanaa

There is an element in me, a fragment of earth,
perhaps the most prominent one;
but I can't count the minute fragments of minds
where elements differ like mystic forms of Gods,
float and vanish like silky clouds.
In a frame of time, underneath, earth caves,
like a riddle melts the hills, flows like a river
and morning rays of dawn dangle
on its confused mood swings..
Near that river bank, elements meet, argue, fight
and finally find a way to flow as a stream,
where in earth, I pluck my life and hide my face
beneath moon, allow earth to reduce
as soft fragment of soil and near that flowing river
I sit and play a song on the strings of elements....



Jan 20,2009