Tiku akp

Wailing For My Ancestors - Poem by Tiku akp

Let me go to sleep in the dark
When there is peace in the sky;
And sound has gone to search itself
In the wilderness of thick foliage;
Beyond the smooth surface of diamond stream
Let me dream beyond my thoughts;
Where heart and mind stay stable
And the whistling of conical hills
Reach to the clouds and make the rains;
Where stubborn birds somersault in voids,
To claim their authority over azure sky,
Let me sit on the cold sands and play
With size less pebbles between my fingers;
Till the jealous sea washes away the memories
My ancestors have scribbled down on my palms;
To remember them when I close my eyes
And see their faces in the wrong sides of world;
Let me weep for them; to come down once
And blow the conchs I am playing with
The sea is too careless to push them ashore.

Comments about Wailing For My Ancestors by Tiku akp

  • Gold Star - 36,624 Points Valsa George (5/7/2014 10:37:00 AM)

    Bequeathing all wealth and possessions to the progeny, our ancestors have retreated into another world 'from whose bourns, no traveller returns'! All our wailings for their return will be in vain and we are never given another chance to have their presence here on Earth...... A good poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Shobana Gomes (5/3/2014 3:34:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem and imagery. Thank you for your comment on my poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 1, 2014

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