EPITAPH OF FAREWELL

Life in the eyes, the heart and the mind of a Poet.

EPITAPH OF FAREWELL

Here, I had come

All alone;

I had been seen

Touched

And heard

In a house of mine, battered and tattered

While toiling away unfettered

As a veteran hero cloaked in vestment of faith

For the sake of fate

Fraught with solemn efforts

And sacred obligations.

Mission accomplished, and the house deserted;

Unfit for nothing but for dust,
It crumbled without rescue into a mould:
Good only for casket preserved;
For hallowed sepulchre, gracefully disposed –
And nature received its own and nurtured to loam piles
Cherished by clovers, plantains and pines.

Here, its tomb –

A soppy flag of sordid dead reeled off this life –
Echoes the breath of wreaths
From crowds of foes, friend and folks
Who, from rats and rain,
Had laboured to wrest
The stiff mould of my crumbled house
For inertial rest
Six feet deep with earth, over its loft
To press it well under arrest,
Hard and soft –
Bidding me farewell
On my journey home.

IN THE SHADOWS OF DARKNESS

Life in the eyes, the heart and the mind of a Poet.
IN THE SHADOWS OF DARKNESS

The sky may shout of its vastness and of being blue;
The sea may claim its vastness and blueness as well.
But of what use is their blue to the green of the forest?
Is the earth not vastly black in the shadows of darkness?

The sky and sea may have not only blue and vast rim;
They have water and roaring pride as well in common.
Are the eyes, like the sky and sea, not blue and watery?
Are the eyes, like the soil of the earth, not black in the dark?

The smile of the blue sky is the love of the sparkling eyes;
Its frown is the tears of the soggy eyes that drop and drip;
The tears as saline as the brine waters of the Dead Sea
And as clear as purest quartz from dark bowel of the earth.

The tears of agony are dropping heavily here
Flooding the land as flood waters of raging sea
For mankind have turned hunters of their kind
In their brutish animalism that anger the sky and the sea.

Tears and sweats are dropping as rain, bloods flow as river;
The shadows of darkness are breeding nightmares
The heaviness of its weight stirs the earth to scream
On menacing onslaughts that deform its nature and beauty.

In this shadows of darkness there’s no foe but friends
Who are as cunning as foxes and frightening as lions;
Friends who devour their kinds as lions to silly goats
For earth is in darkness; the sky and sea in whirl of rage.

In this shadows of darkness there’s no foe but friends
The closest being the sands, stars, waters and the air
Which live long to echo man’s woes after his span of stay
In the shadows of darkness in the habitation of sorrows.