A POEM ON THE PERIPHERY OF MORNING / By Jagdish Prakash

Poem by Jagdish Prakash

 

A POEM ON THE PERIPHERY OF MORNING

Morning, 5 am, today
sun yet to to rise
Silhoutes ruling the roads
Trees tired after a long vigil in the night
Virgin winds blowing, nowhere to nowhere
Stray dogs rhyming their barks
In tandem with undefined silences
Opaque blue sky mingles
With a tinge of pink on its periphery
Slowly I walk
With a Mantra on my lips
Its misty mumble sprouts into a poem
Taking off from the last syllable of its chant
Word by word it spreads
On the lonely road
The words resonate
Unintended, unintentional, undesired
Like sound of an 78 rpm record
Going round and round
Repeating itself in a garbled cacophony
“What is this poem about?”
The silences ask
Riding over the shoulders of barking dogs.
Suddenly I see the words growing wings
And taking a dive
Vanishing into the blushing sky
From where the baby sun rays emerge
Like a PIcasso painting from his Pink Period.

-Jagdish Prakash

 

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