A cuckoo singing at the twilight
Taps my window softly.
A pale tree and a drooping sky
Are there to humble my thoughts
And I am lost in the past
Friends, you know me for long!
I often wonder
Why your tall hills hide my clouds
Sure to rain for a while
Over a parched strip of land!
Your hills are tall and huge
Friends, I too know you for long!
A colossal shade of a tomorrow
Invites me to visualise a future
But I prefer to live in the past
Which never wanted to become present
And it will never enter my house
That you have been building for me
I want to invite the death discreetly
While praising the life and listening to birds
But in the crumbling palace of cards
I search not for a chamber of my trapped tomorrow
I have learned enough history
Between yourselves and myself
A sea is now surreptitiously raging.
Its waves are dividing the shores
But I know where to drown
When you swim safe to a hopeless tomorrow
My life is a lot to my yesterdays....
M.D Dinesh Nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-yesterdays-3/
