Retrace Poem by Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil

Trills of the birds
Arouse him up in the morn.
The feeling of lethargy
Restrains him from getting up of his comfort
He pulls the glitzy quilt over
Cuddle the pillow and huddle
Try to take a zizz – in vain
Despite the wakeful night
Followed in the wake of roars of thunders
Perpetual pouring rain and baneful gale

He rolls out and draws the curtains
It is nippy and, still, drizzling out
Mist and fog smothered far and wide
Faintly visible a pair of flitting Kingfishers
On the sagged branches of the bougainvillea
The trills are aloud and melodious, though.

He slouches at the window and gazes at
The river flowing hard by, awhile
She is, in her saffron getup,
Slightly miffed and craggy
In the aftermath of the night pouring
Breeze triples the ripples on as a consolation
And then passes thru the window
To caress him with lots of love and affection

There bathing in the river, an adolescent,
The amusement bursts in to his hurray..hurray
There he soaked to the skin and, then,
Playing in the rain…
Sloshing through the puddle of muddy water
Ha! ...Ha! … The lad is at his peak of glee…...

In days of yore..
Bathing in the river
Experienced him spontaneous mirth
For long he bathed in the river
For long he played in rain,
He recalls…
The lullaby of the river was quite sweeter
The breeze was fairly colder
The trills were more melodious …but,
Deteriorated in course of time

His eyes are getting sagged
He can’t resist – he draws the curtains and
Slumps onto his downy pad
Pulls the quilt over….…..

April 3-2009