Whilst I was wandering, Lonely
into the deep forest
Down its curved path
A tall silence gripped around me
Shrieking me over
By its cool blood
Not so fearful of
My humanly form – it seemed –
Many fantoms
Weired of multi-footings, came
Floating,
Gliding down
from the thick surrounding air
Flapping its big ears –
Lured me
into my being
And
Wide awake
Took a bane of my existence
And
Pulled me off
From that very moment
I willed my spirit too
To shear itself out
Along the lines of my body
Still
One could hear
The satiated shrill
Of tall silence
Quite a clever evocation of those recurring memes found in the the traditional folk tales as recounted by the Brothers Grimm.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin for thy precious comments.
Gripping and evocative.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji.
The poem is like a call to listen to Silence, in our deep inner self…Silence is mystically personified
So much thank dear Sir Pushmaotee Subrun Ji.