What We Call Existence Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
What We Call Existence
The west wind had no business
To call me in these late evening hours
As I walked drunk of the elements
Earth, air, fire, sky and an ocean of waters
Life is a beautiful dream
Enriched by rains
On mountain tops
Aroma of herbs
Winds across the plains
Prostrate I on the sands
Of a moist barren land
In prayer for this beauty
That has been bestowed
On me this shivering grass blade
Without asking, undeserved
May the night pass
Unbridled with her starry show
When seeds can burst and smile
I will wake in the morn
With dew dawning all over me
Like a desert flower
That has only smiles
To offer to this world gone so wry
Sing you west wind
Sing you rains
The seed has just broken its shell
To smile and shine
And that is me in a nutshell
A soul drunken of world's drunkenness
Is there anything other than it
In this beautiful whatever
That we call existence?
I think my soul is drunk on your poem! ! ! Loved the journey you took me on- -loved the thoughts you instilled in my mind. Gorgeous, beautiful, stunning. Sing you west wind Sing you rains- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This entire poem sings! 10+++++++++++ and a place on my fav list!
This is really a wonderful poem encapsulating the splendor of nature and even the sublime creation of God i.e. man, who is able to comprehend and marvel at His creation.
Marvellous poem on nature has been painted nicely. Great imagery. Thrilling expression. Let me quote some lines... Life is a beautiful dream Enriched by rains On mountain tops Aroma of herbs Winds across the plains. Thanks for sharing.. 10
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5/7/2024 11:21:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The west wind had no businesss to call you, but it did call you, and in that very moment you found yourself calling it. Existence is an awesome conundrum. It appears to be made up of precious, seedlike moments.