Over a pinpoint county,
in the the mountain shield bounty
A split-second start of shrill pain,
closing nearby the lashing vanes,
sprawling suddenly like a rapid fire,
depositing heavily like a cosmic saucer;
Rushing in a rage of red attire,
spilling across the white empire,
Bringing in a spring of warm layer,
of crystal clear salty cleanser,
filling over the dark apple miniature,
and flowing to corner curvature.
Ebbing tides running across the cheeks,
falling down steadily from the peaks,
here you are my wonderful tears,
droplets of precious pearls !
A hearty outcry and outburst ,
at times of happenings worst,
quenches anger’s wrath and thirst,
albeit drenching the napkins abreast;
Until the fear tears away to freedom ,
and the hate hails its way to lovedom,
Until all the panicky pandorum
silently settles down to a perfect equilibrium !
From clamour to a clear set hamlet ,
From darkest to the vibrant scarlets,
My mind no more a complex closet,
The droplets from my pumping goblet
ever a reason for my life’s golden harvest!
A really cheerful and upbeat verse about crying! Culturally we here in northern Europe tend to associate crying,the shedding of tears with sadness or upset and very rarely, except in spiritually ecstatic worship for example, do tears get a good press as it were.I also really marvel at the use of unexpected turns of phrase like “white empire” and “dark apple miniature”.
I always like the way Umarani illustartes his thoughts. This poem is excavating and beautifully composed. Well done.
Gopal Ji ) Thanks here again ! I am humbled !