Tcm Poem by Drkgbalakrishnan Kandangath

22.
THE CHUM
My long -as this chilly Nelliyampathi-October night,
Tranquil, knot free, steamy; the sky moon-star ornamented!
Where my Pal, Your fragrant naughty innocence hide?
Is that in my inner In or my subtle unknowing know?

Or in the woods deep dense painted ultramarine and sapphire?
The Vrindavan the epic play-lawn of Yours my ever green Dream!
-Or in the fathomless misery of mine, the dark Kalindi, the venom-filled?
In the un-greedy purity of Your chum Satheerthya Sudama the Pet!

Or are You busy in the futile Krishna-Dooth, or to veil Krishna with Your
Chidambara-the Mercy Ultimate- knitted know-how unwovoven?
Or You are the Clever Charioteer of Your devotee and admirer Arjuna?

Or on the weary face of the poor unaccountable Indian voter fool?
Or in his empty inglorious pocket looted by the Leech shameless?
O My Dear, where You are! -In the dreamy magma of the forest?
-In the lovely blossoming Lotus? Or in the new wedded minds’ thirst?

Here I am the Poet! -Not to see to hear to touch to taste to smell!
Just to zip the moment- feel; to hush the wavy Tune; and all!

16-10-11