The Poet And The Sky-7 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Lowly
Clearing her throat
Then she asks
'O' my dear
Thanks
For all your kind
Words dear
But tell me
That far away glee
That feel you free
Spent on that spree
Most your life agree?
Thereby away from me

That rabbit you be
To race sky high
Dreaming to decree
You the winner great high

Never mind
Me be the tortoise
To race slow behind
Loose game of any choice

Keep watching the sky
Opining of me nigh
You'll find me floating
As abundant turtles alluring
In that ocean of sky

And morrow's change
Wind might change
Of its mighty rage
You blown to the high range
To catch me all outranged
sometimes strange'

And morrow's change
Wind might change
Of its mighty rage
Turtles might fall disarranged
You might pick them deranged
Sometimes strange

Goodbye dear'

Bidding bye
Off and away far
She's gone

Passion or dispassion
The poet
Turns turtle

End