Yes, I have floated
On the iceberg of death
When the sturdy ship

Collided with what it thought
Was the tip and began to sink – –
And after the first shock

The crew of principles tried hard
To stay afloat with
Artifacts of the intellect.

While the family of ideas
Drowned, one by one, in the cold – –
Hope, with a self-made lifebelt

Called out to faith
And the orchestra played
The music of life in death.

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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).

4 thoughts on “Breakdown

  1. John A Fingleton

    ‘To stay afloat with
    Artifacts of the intellect.’

    Something I have done more the once…..great lines Vijay


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