She calls me in the cold dark morning
From five thousand miles away
I hear the mobile chirrup and my heart
Knots with the familiar slight dread
I hear her voice harsh as a crow's foot
Scraping a dead branch in winter snow
'Get me out of here!' she cries
'Get me out now or I will be dead soon!
They have kidnapped me!'
I can see her rolling eyes
And her mouth twisted in an old face
But I cannot help; the time is long gone.
Arjun, why didn't you tell me you had a blog!? These poems are wonderful! You are talented at so many things, but I am not surprised because your heart is full of content and your concern for this world is deep and abiding.
ReplyDeleteI love poetry so much. I am so happy to find your poems.
Anita
Thanks for your lovely comment, Anita! I don't really write much poetry now ... I used to but I kinda lost faith in it. I turned to prose. But these four poems I wrote this year. Funnily, it comes out when I'm stressed or sad about something, usually, not when I'm happy. So maybe it's good sign that I don't really do it much (??).
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