Song Of The Cataract! Poem by Seema joglekar

Lo, the moss cloaks away contours in unbidden evergreens,
Defiant, trees peek for that bluish speck of openness,
Coy beams flood the forest floors, in golden green frost,
Yellow lichens drape their aura, awed electric pastel birds protest,
Over its conducting spray; such was the sway of a roaring cataract.
In homage, from niches; blooms incense, toadstool steps descended,
Above, on a mossy tree bough leaning, a drab sparrow sat, drenched,
Trilling merrily in her tiny nest, hope fluttering in her breast,
Its music lost, oblivious to the thundering falls below,
Heights scaled in innocence, singing for an answering twitter,
But around the forest heard, yet, yearned not for the roar.
‘Music amidst mayhem' my father once said, struck a chord,
It sings not for the depths below but the heavens above,
There I learnt, to draw this living breath, to love so dearly, if this be love.

6th nov-2012