On A Listless Noon
on a listless noon!
&
the noon sits heavily upon the earth-
the sullen wind grumbles through the tired leaves-
the trees droop down their gloomy branches-
the roadside noises punch my aching head;
the clouds are stickily stagnant
as the moss -spread on a soulless lake-
the time fades lazily
as the curling smoke thread from the incense stick-
one by one the black clouds devour the afternoon sun
and the sun wriggles out of their throats sluggishly-
the nature is listless and sober
as my dreams of life!
&
chandra kalaadhar.s.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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