Lost Paradise

This year too angels in white and white
Shall flap their wings and land with folded palms
Walking through the glass doors of our minds
With celestial smiles, reminding us
Of the vision of Paradise

We shall be blessed to see: all we get to glimpse
With uncommon sense are wandering files
Seduced by dust and a shroud of mist,
Of wrinkled promises and the farmer
Strung up in the harvest of his debts.

All we get to see are the muddy
Rivers drying up in the widow’s eyes
And the cry and the old raspy voice
Of God’s giver of life on Earth
When they brought him covered

And the crowd let him pass through
The glass doors of a Lost Paradise.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

8 thoughts on “Lost Paradise

  1. pramila khadun

    You always dive deep in all fields of life and take out the gems which many attempt but have failed.Lovely write, insightful and beautiful dear Vijay.

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