The
Poet
SK
Iyer
A pen and a piece of paper
the lost poet was re-created.
sharpened his brain in serenity
to hear his minds
stupidity,
and was feeling the absurdity -
like a man, who had lost his
legs,
yearning to scratch his itching toes.
"I would like to
say
what I would like to say;
at distance donkeys bray,
what they would
like to say?
This is a different way,
the feelings are wry,
the hay in
the field is dry,
fire in the bush, and try
something will come out;
if
not, please shout:
you numbskull, shut up and sit out".
The poem was
mere serendipity,
he was trying to be witty
with his head totally
empty,
except for a feeling of mediocrity.
When his wife stormed in
from kitchen,
with an oral list of pressing needs
rolling out of her
swollen face:
Find a job, man, and bring in something;
You and your
rotten thoughts
Eureka! In the hollowness,
the
truth of senselessness lies!