Poems by Dr. L. Sr. Prasad

Poems by Dr. L. Sr. Prasad

 

Near the sedge

I saw the sun exploding pink and red,
White cranes were leaving their nest bed,
Pearl dew mist weaved curtains ahead,
Song birds predicted red food and dread.

White cranes were leaving their nest bed,
I saw the rose garden still asleep
Song birds predicted red food and dread
The emerald carpet has footprints deep

I saw the rose garden still asleep
Near the sedge a knife is dripping blood
The emerald carpet has footprints deep
The shadow of the killer has anger flood.

Near the sedge a knife is dripping blood
Then came a moan bursting the silence
The shadow of the killer has anger flood
The death rattled the throat of innocence

Then came a moan bursting the silence
The little child cried at her mother’s recoil,
The death rattled the throat of innocence
The killer’s words were sounding betrayal

The little child cried at her mother’s recoil
She grew up in the shades of revenge
The killer’s words were sounding betrayal
Her mother’s last cry was always in range.

She grew up in the shades of revenge,
The killer cooled his heels in freezer cuts,
Her mother’s last cry was always in range
In freezers people become harder nuts.

The killer cooled his heels in freezer cuts,
The child is an officer at the border posts
In freezers people become harder nuts,
At border post she trolled the night ghosts

The child is an officer at the border posts,
In skirmishes she encountered many eels,
At border post she trolled the night ghosts
One desperado raided her on love wheels.

In skirmishes she encountered many eels
One fateful day the cartel marked her heart
One desperado raided her on love wheels
The mafia lost heavily to the marauding art

One fateful day the cartel marked her heart
The desperado was wounded in that blast,
The mafia lost heavily to the marauding art,
The lovers enemy is a sadistic iconoclast.

The desperado was wounded in that blast,
The mafia leader sent army to cull the doe,
The lovers enemy is a sadistic iconoclast,
The enraged lady became whirling tornado.

The mafia leader sent army to cull the doe,
Tornado responded with destruction wrath
The enraged lady became whirling tornado
She liquidated the entire thorns at growth

Tornado responded with destruction wrath
She found her enemy she was searching
She liquidated the entire thorns at growth
She heard her mother’s cry reverberating

She found her enemy she was searching
The night has descended like dark boat
She heard her mother’s cry reverberating
The death rattled in the enemy’s throat.

The night has descended like dark boat
She looked straight into her enemy’s eyes
The death rattled in the enemy’s throat
You who killed my mother paid the price

She looked straight into her enemy’s eyes
It was my mistake- his words got choked
You who killed my mother paid the price
She disappeared while his voice croaked

It was my mistake- his words got choked,
I saw the rose garden still asleep
She disappeared while his voice croaked
The emerald carpet has footprints deep

I saw the rose garden still asleep
Near the sedge a knife is dripping blood
The emerald carpet has footprints deep
The shadow of the killer has anger flood

Near the sedge a knife is bleeding blood
White cranes were leaving their nest bed
The shadow of the killer has anger flood
Song birds predicted red food and dread

White cranes were leaving their nest bed
Pear dew mist weaved curtains ahead
Song birds predicted red food and dread
I saw the sun exploding pink and red.

 

THE CLOUD MESSENGER!

Where is that damned earth beach that trolled my surreal existence,
With halfclosed bivalves whispering the secrets of my trifle love’s stance?
When the gorgeous seahorses sported their colors with schools of piranah fish,
What octopus tentacles tried to steal the pearl of my inside steaming wish?

You are as hot as the dripping lava that ushered the deep sea whirlpools,
Yet the waves of my shearing spasms snorted at the raiding barnacle drools,
When love explores tangentially igloos melt at rhythmic ecstatic iceberg summits,
Whales of joy swallow waves of screaming albatrosses hovering like heated hermits;

When the mapping of land is on with the ascending and descending bursts,
The surveyors plot meadows and woods, hills and valleys with sweat dew crusts;
There is no timelapse when two opposing armies wish to straighten their curvatures,
The cozy bows in up and down gardens of roses struggle to preserve their signatures;

You can’t pen a poem with straight tongue in puddles of doodles in explosion time,
When words and worlds collide expect brief silence with deep breath rhyme!

 

We Are Mad with Ice We See and Snow that Fall

There is a hole in the umbrella,
Sun is curious to poke his nose through the ozone fabric,
The apple on the planetary table has a cold worm spreading its cocoon cloth,
Martians and Venusians on the geo dust are sulking in the igloos of polar crust.

When the stars and stripes of the Eagle are frozen the polar bear coughed in delight,
The crescent bearers of green meadows looked up in praise of their Lord bright,
The proposed economic wall between haves and havenots got frozen bricks,
The trump card in the pack jumped line for disallowing its shenanigans and tricks;

Are these sudden weather changes telling us anything in a surreptitious way?
Are there any hidden codes of nature that wishes to put its inhabitants in their place in its play?
Are these volcano bursts, earth quakes, snowfalls of extreme nature a portentous phenomenon?
Are there any remedial methods to restore the peace between the host and his mortal guests in his lawn!

When we are imprisoned in the temporary precincts of cold giant we go into depression spells,
We hate the ice layers and snowfalls we see and sense and look for the warmth that keeps our life, flow in swells.
It is better if we realize that the hole in the umbrella is made by us,
It is not the knowledge of missiles but the unrequited love to the nature that only can save us in this breathless bus.

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