M.D Dinesh Nair
WHY SHOULD I LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOWS ANYMORE?
Looking out of the windows small or large
And I can feel it for myself
A Dying spring ushering in a spell of heat!
The sky is no more shady or pale
And it has got a blue colour that burns like
The face of the fairy who poses as a dame for now
And I am not here for my happier season ahead
As he is waiting outside.
My dying spring will not last any more
And I am to miss its a wonderful feel inside my home!
It is first the early morning and the air is very clean,
And the not that soft sun-rays
Have started caressing my skin too.
And I am scared of the Villain waiting outside!
I have seen him come and go once a year.
The cup of a strong tea not sweetened at all
[ 'May God take revenge on my wife'! ]
I hold in my hand and browse the news paper
That tells most about the pangs of a linguistic state
That is soon going to be bifurcated
Enjoying the sweetness of my peaceful surroundings.
I cannot anymore sit for long like in the past!
He is waiting outside, I know it.
The flowers have a sweet perfume,
The songs of the birds are sweet,
And they have to enrich my today with energy
But I know this warmth is nothing but a small phase.
The villain is impatiently waiting outside my home too
I have often seen his face that burns like fire!
A real gift from heaven appears to descend on us
We assume it to be the most precious thing.
Then the infinite woes of the wild season pour in.
Fools of sensations we have ever been perhaps!
He is soon to occupy our thoughts and homes
The villain - the SUMMER of this 2014.
Why should I look through the window anymore?
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Valerie, Hazel and all their friends in England and beyond the Atlantic
begin to enjoy their summer ahead, let my introduce my villainous guest
of woes waiting outside.
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