Is It That Call? Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

is it that call?

&

quite often i become piteously pithless

both of the body and the mind-

is it that call?

nearer? or far-off?

the old age murmurs.

'quite unlike those days'-

the verdict of the mind

pricks as a thorn-

o, before me how many works

are in stagnation!

in the weight of my thoughts

i am totally drowned-

my duties to my children

remain woefully incomplete-

in my passion to write

bow-like i become on my table-

desirous of reading

lie on my bed

and even sink into sleep -

those lines read long ago

surface in the mind-

'you are perfectly alright! '-

take a very deep breath;

directing my gaze into the heaven

' flood me with vibrant energy! '-

i command the universal soul;

in seconds

i am completely transformed-

all inside me

is the powerful current;

i spring up afresh

exhaustion ejected out!

it is now strident music

in the valleys of my heart!


-chandrakalaadhar