I wish … !


I wish … !

When I behold the myna calling its mate,
Sitting on a coconut frond, in its sweetest voice,
I wish I could follow them talk the birdie-way

When I behold the lady nuzzles her head with
The man, and lies claiming him, with her tail wagging,
I wish I could hear their silent talk the cat-way

When I behold the round moon crowns the bridge
I am to cross, in the twilight gloom when the shadows dance,
I wish I could learn the ballet of those fleecy white clouds

When I behold the pale face of the night in the murky air
I wish I could listen to the footfall of the moments behind me


This world is full of “kinds” …. a mixture of umpteen kinds which do not have any language common than the fact that the living breathes the same air … yet there is a language silently connecting all of them and they learn each other … some fights … some gets along easily … and not only among the human the whole world is a union of sets and subsets… it has to be so … and whether the human accept it or not the balancing is kind of an auto process among the existences… nothing can be “excess” nor “less” πŸ™‚Β Β let us learn each other …Β πŸ™‚

8 thoughts on “I wish … !

  1. VijayNair

    A keen yearning to ”know” different kinds of” knowledge” in the world around us, underlines the romantic sensibility in Sarala’s delightful poem. Lovely last line.


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