The Void Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

Broken cradle songs have died out.
It is now the surging sighs getting echoed as I too stand in a queue to stare at and fall prey to.

The mind explodes and a million sparks are let out
As I long to smile for a while.

The soul suppresses
my sobs metaphoric and the silly onlookers from the river valleys and the platueaus pass by me singing a strange nursery rhyme.

As I'm with no grace of oblivion the louder pangs nestle there inside me.
The knots are tightened once more and it is no use making loud pleas.

When I ask for a bouquet large and shapely
Some place the stiffened wreathes of dry flowers on my half corpse...
In real I have the right to crave for some rosy fragrance.

Who is around me chanting the same elegy?
I have heard it once when the deserts were dying and the winds sang it in a chorus.

A new sapling is growing from my chest,
It will have small leaves but no buds to bloom.

The sky gets split and the world down waits for a flight through its slender void!

It is a void that absorbs all...

But I am inside it...
Much much before you all make a try!