Retrospect Of Innocence Poem by nithya raghavan

Retrospect Of Innocence



As a modest, shy figure,
with an intangible body,
and a mind that sails,
on the boat of a white cloud,
surrounding itself with flowers,
new-born chicks that hatch,
from a mature chicken's egg,
I droop over the ships,
that sail in the green waters,
of Venice, silently dragging
along with me thoughts,
that carry the humble tune,
of the jay, vibrant guitar,
Buildings that may collapse,
any moment at the cruel words,
that dart and pierce,
the head of the structure,
and make my dreamy nature,
vanish like eucalyptus,
oil that evaporates on a
barren ground on a sunny day.

Having understood the beauty,
the charm of how the,
bell tolls in a clock tower,
how water lilies survive in,
midst of a cold river,
how the perfume of salt,
merges in the thick sheet,
of the icy air,
that layer themselves in a sequence,
over and above the Earth,
People feel the desire to,
kill the thing which was born
within them, the strange,
white figure which they,
gave birth to when they were born,
They feel the urge to,
stab this ghostly white figure,
that lives within them,
like a dove that merges,
with a globe to represent peace,
If i were an element,
an ash that threw itself,
from sparks that emerged,
out from yellow fires,
A greyish element of agony,
that dooms people,
Then why, why was i born?
Why did people give birth to,
me when they were born?
Was i born to be twisted,
squeezed like the story in,
a book of fairy tales?
My ceaseless wails yield no answers,
Not even a dropp of honey,
in the midst of forest fires,
that i'm trapped in.
However, i know that,
as they pelt stones at me,
I sit under a yew tree,
waiting to be dragged on,
a bull by Death to heaven....................

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