At noon, under the green umbrella
I lay on my back to watch the leafy waves
And the alternating luster of the sun,
Falling occasionally to the lull of lazy abandon
A dense liquid sensation creeping down
To hold even the bed of old leaves and grass
The cool wind’s intoxication blanketing
Till dusk when the evening prayers
Accompany assorted colours
Where light competes darkness.
What are these opposites – darkness and light
Love and hate, but light cannot be light without the other
And things are safe for me till this green umbrella
Is blown away by unseen winds.
Raveendran N.V.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-green-umbrella/
