Author : Visakh Soman
Company : QBurst
It’s another Sunday eve,
Hours reserved for prayers and repose…
I, a random pick from the human race
Recline on this grass carpet
Under the green canopy of a flowerless tree.
Smudging the shades of evening skies
Departs the sun, bidding adieu to the world and to me.
Effortlessly, I close my eyes in solitude,
Recalling my fancies of bygone days.
He walked amidst the sick and the suffering souls,
Neatly dressed and a device hanging round his neck
His smiling face and caring eyes
Offered solace to the withering flesh.
A golden star on the celluloid he was
Cameras and a crazy crowd to follow him
They ran behind him for autographs
And in no time he hugged glory and fame.
Masks he tore and icons he broke,
He used his tongue to fight for the truth.
Day and night, he rode by a motorcycle
A man with a camera took the pillion seat.
Far from the cities’ sickening roars,
A place where peace and harmony rest,
He lived among cattles and fruit-bearing plants
Close to nature, and a humble life.
The moon waxed and waned many a night
Growing old for fancies to fade,
I woke up in a different robe, but with a smile.
Full of hopes and regrets few, I observe the world
Where damsels dance and daffodils bloom.