I sat upon that hilly track
With a pen an’ paper on my hand
A poem on my lips an’ heart
I looked up with all hopes an’ called:
Is anyone there to listen to?
My poems now, I’ll read them all...
A dew dropp drifted down an’ said:
We live in heaven on cloud nine;
Who wants to hear your poems, friend?
I looked down with all doubts an’ called:
Is anyone there to listen to?
My poems now, I’ll read them all...
A smoke rolled up an’ slapped my words:
We endure in hell in cold abyss
Who wants to hear your songs, my friend?
As I opened my mouth to shout,
The wind watching intervened an’ said:
My friend, you wait; I read your writes!
So did the plants the stream close by
The blooms the stars an’ the sea an’ sky
They told me this; you please recite...
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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