Longing For Re-Emergence Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Everyday my poem as soon as born
Grown up a pleasant young lady
Very touchy...
Incomprehensible..mysterious..unruly...

I love her
Playfully talk
Play the sycophant
Charm her mind
Follow her wishes
What else do's she want?
Not known...

Leaving me on the sea-shore of grief
Commit suicide
I make myself incinerator
Prepare funeral bed with my bones;
Lay down her corpse
I make myself cremator
Then perform the obsequies...

Listen, recently taken decision no more cremation
I'd commence mystical rite of contemplation
with the corpse of my beloved poem.

And longing for her re-emergence.