Somewhere

Somewhere fear-based thoughts are invading

The minds of soldiers who can sense

An imminent war which takes lives

That will fall like yellow leaves in Autumn.

Somewhere, a writer in a far away land

With intellectual and philosophical persona

Is writing about political and religious leaders

Suffering from incompetence syndrome,

Never experienced by ancient men of wisdom.

Somewhere, under the laburnum tree,

Two lovers easing their restless souls

Are holding each other’s hands

And getting ready to have a taste

Of their first kiss with quivering lips

While the oceans and the clouds twirl

And the dragon flies dance with ecstasy.

Somewhere, a grave is being dug in the cemetery

And a woman, a recipient of many literary accolades

Kisses the freshly dug soil with her pink lips

While the shadows fall as complex patterns

Of light and shade on the beautiful ground.

She says to herself,

‘After all, life has proved to be so mundane,

Who knows, this grave could be mine.’

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

4 thoughts on “Somewhere

  1. amitapaul

    A panoramic view of life in the world , not excluding death or war , but also taking in love and philosophy . The poem induces a sense of poetic melancholy about the ephemerality of existence.

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