My First Little Poem Poem by Elias Uddin

A starter perhaps,
or the last one
to begin with,
or the beginning of
a forested panorama
of fertile exuberance.

A drop of rain –
prematurely frozen
and estranged from
the flying masses,
fallen precipitously
on summer’s aridity,
failing to resuscitate
any unconscious dust,
deserted in desolation,
followed by none,
and hailed by none.

First words
from a baby’s mouth –
half-formed or fully obscure,
yet meaning a universe
yet to be deciphered
and lavishly extolled as such
through rhapsodic applauses
squeezed out of hearts,
awaiting imminent culmination
in a macrocosm of meaning –

or a stammering, discarded though,
going on and on,

or the first faltering steps
that have, ever since
they stepped on earth,
resulted in
a dynamic world of
life and deeds.

A vacillating shyness
shuddering
in fear of exposure
sending tremors
deep into the heart
and down the spines.

A new leaf
evoking dreams
of lush vegetation,

or an aspiring bud
peeping into
a flowery futurity.

A starter, perhaps,
declaring the end,
or an end in itself
triggering the start
to continue