Five hundred
years ago
Vasco Da Gama's ship anchored
I believe
I played on the lap of history
The dried up
river lay in long silence
The void of the space human forms
Resided in echoed endless heart beats
Perhaps
The river itself
Might have taken another course
Life growing through incidents
Beware
It may happen anytime, anywhere
We may find relics somewhere
Which reveals a strange land
Remember the soil
However high you fly
An immediate darkness
Imposed on cityscape
Except
Always an unexpected curfew
People crawling with a shell
And search a corner to hide
I ate and
kept a little soil
From our favourite field
Acquired for multiprojects
Where forbidden fences are erected
No one is let in, no one to plough or sow
Our large wooden Granary
Is empty, abandoned
I prepare an abode for them
With my canvas
Thus,
images and images
Enter in my heart
Under the absence of reason
Pradeep Kumar K P
E-mail - parasukpk@rediffmail.com
