Some one
Seems unseen
From an unheard cosmos
Beckons me……
Come, join me –
Put thee into me –
I pledge
In turn
Thousands of years
To thee –
– Oh! Sure, take away
All that of me;
My hands…..my legs….
My head and soul…….
And whatever
Ear-marked
And adorned with my label –
But, no!
Not my heart that throbs……
I’d live
Though for a while;
And my heart be
With no bond stamped on it;
And no bandage wrapped on it.
An incisive ,upbeat ,resilient personal statement addressing a myriad of common universal themes and concerns.
Thank you Loius Kasatkin . You got it right. It gives tremendous pleasure to learn that the author’s message is passed on to the reader.
Nothing like living life on your own terms !the poem is lovely, perhaps a little anxious in that line – my hands….my legs- on the whole depicting what is called” a spontaneous outpouring of spontaneous feelings”.
Certainly, lokesh …poetry is indeed a spontaneous overflow of our simmering ,yet powerful emotions……
good lines, Geetha ji…i was reminded of a poem, which s actually a letter in the form of a poem, said to have been written by Abraham Lincoln to his son’s teacher..
‘Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul’.
urs, though, is quite different n touching..
Thank you Neelakantan Sundaram for your appreciating approach.